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Chapter 7 Unohana 8th Stream
Of course, it's a transformation into a void rather than a transcendental one. The Stone Mask merely wraps a layer of void power around Ryudoji Takehiko's soul; it doesn't allow the void's soul to deeply merge with the Shinigami's soul, as that would cause Ryudoji Takehiko to "commit soul suicide."
After all, Ryudoji Takehiko did not possess the soul strength of a transcendent being.
Of course, the stone mask also has some problems.
For example, they might make people unable to be exposed to sunlight, after all, they're vampires...
Perhaps we can use them to figure out the lunar pathway.
But that's a matter for later.
Now he has arrived at the 76th district of the East in Rukongai.
Because he remembered that the Spirit King's right arm was located here.
This is also the clearest depiction of the location of the Soul King's power in the manga.
After consuming it, it should be able to increase its power significantly.
In later generations, Rukongai became an extremely poor and chaotic place.
And this is even more true now.
Although Li Lin used his spatial abilities to travel here, he didn't go directly to his destination. Instead, he arrived at approximately District 74 and then walked all the way here.
Along the way, he witnessed firsthand how dilapidated the surrounding landscape was.
There is no order here, only the most primitive decay and extinction.
The charred beams, like withered bones, pointed towards the gloomy sky, and the still-burning flames licked at the ruins, emitting a pungent, acrid smell.
The ground was not soil, but rather a thick layer of grime, unidentified filth, and blackened bloodstains that had hardened into a sticky, slippery texture.
The air was thick and murky, a mixture of the stench of death, the putrid smell of feces, and the sweet, pungent odor of slowly festering wounds, creating a suffocating atmosphere.
Countless figures sat or lay on both sides of the street.
They were dressed in rags, all barefoot, covered in filth and wounds, their eyes vacant, like terracotta figurines whose souls had been ripped out.
They showed no reaction to what Li Lin had done, even though he wasn't hiding his tracks at the moment.
He changed his appearance again, with his long, dark red hair tied up, wearing a dark red haori and black hakama, with a long sword at his waist, looking like a down-on-his-luck but still neat ronin samurai.
Li Lin suspected that even if he held a knife to their necks, they probably wouldn't react.
These people thought they would be free after death, but they never imagined that the afterlife would not be a paradise either. As long as there are people, there will always be conflict.
The further he went, the stronger the stench of blood became, especially as he approached the designated location, at which point he paused slightly.
The scene at the intersection ahead was shocking.
Amidst the ruins, the ground was soaked in a sticky, dark red liquid. Dozens of corpses lay scattered about, including men, women, and children, with fresh blood still flowing from their fresh wounds, pooling into small puddles.
The strong, metallic stench, mixed with the smell of dust and death, was almost suffocating.
In the center of this bloody slaughterhouse stood a woman.
Her skin was an almost transparent pale white, which, against the backdrop of the surrounding scarlet, gave her an almost inhuman, eerie appearance.
Her black shihaka outfit was spotless, standing out starkly from the surrounding filth. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her face, leaving only her eyes visible.
Calm and indifferent, like a deep pool, it reflects no ripples after the killing, nor any reflection of life. As if she had stepped on ants, these dead people were not worth mentioning to her.
She held a Zanpakuto with an eerily curved shape in her hand. The blade was long and narrow, slightly curved, and thick beads of blood were slowly dripping from it.
One drop, two drops, fell into the pool of blood, spreading a deeper red.
Eight thousand flowers of Mao...
The moment Li Lin saw her, he recognized her!
This villain, who is currently considered "unprecedented and unparalleled" in his evil deeds, seems to have just finished a massacre.
At this moment, Unohana Yachiru also looked at Li Lin. When she saw the sword at Li Lin's waist, she said calmly, "So there are still some who escaped the net."
She could tell that Li Lin wasn't with the people she had just killed, but she still pointed the knife at him, which she hadn't yet sheathed.
So what if it isn't?
She just wanted to kill someone; whether she was part of a group or not was just an excuse, a reason.
At this time, although she had not yet joined the Gotei 13, as a villain, she would sometimes accept jobs from certain forces to kill their enemies.
No wonder everyone Li Lin saw around here looked half-dead; it turned out that all those capable of fighting had been killed by Unohana.
And now, she has set her sights on herself.
Although most of the power is used to support the world, and he only walks the earth as a shadow with a portion of the power, Li Lin still possesses great power.
So when Unohana swung her sword at him, he moved as well.
Sword draw and slash!
The blade flashed like a cold, explosive bolt of lightning!
The two sharp blades clashed in a fraction of a second, producing a piercing clang!
A very subtle ripple flashed across Unohana's eyes.
Since she earned the title "Yachiru", no one has been able to withstand a single sword strike from her for a very long time!
Even if it was just a casual sword strike, it had already sealed off all escape routes for an ordinary Grim Reaper.
The boredom and weariness accumulated over the long years were pierced by a sharp excitement at this moment.
Deep within her eyes, which were like ancient wells, seemed to flicker with a crimson flame.
"I am not one of them."
Li Lin blocked Unohana's attack and said softly, "Please stop."
Mao Zhihua did not reply, but instead increased the force in her wrist, pressing the blade down.
"Whatever, you're strong, so... let's fight!"
Seeing that she couldn't subdue Li Lin, Unohana instantly sheathed her sword, but at the same time, she swung it out again!
The speed was so fast that it seemed as if her knife hadn't even moved!
One slash, two slashes, and in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred slashes!
Clang! Clang! Clang clang clang—!
The flashing blades formed a net, and the clanging of metal clashed in a torrential downpour!
The two figures transformed into blurry, swift shadows, rapidly moving, intersecting, and slashing amidst the ruins and pools of blood!
Wherever it passed, deep marks appeared on the ground, broken walls were shattered by the aftershocks, and even the dust falling from the air was cut into finer mist by the chilling blade energy.
puff!
After yet another collision, a thin line of blood suddenly appeared on Unohana's pale cheek.
Then, blood beads seeped out and slowly slid down.
She was not alarmed; on the contrary, the corners of her lips curved into an upward arc, and the emotion in her eyes became even more vivid—an almost pious ecstasy.
That's it... that's the feeling...
The long-lost, tangible feeling of life being licked by a blade...
The thrill of being on the verge of death, the tremor of brushing shoulders with death!
The long-lost sense of realism in killing, the deadly thrill!
She finally came back to life!