Soul King Mercenary Tao?!

From the moment the Death God appeared before the master of the Throne of the Heart, he felt an intense sense of oppression.

Just as his spiritual body was far more condensed than other spiritual bodies, allowing him to suppress most of the spiritual bodies here almost by instinct.

The master of this Throne of the Heart radiated a sense of existence far more solid than that of any spiritual body.

The mere sight of him filled the Death God with intense intimidation.

It was the natural intimidation of a higher existence suppressing all lower existences.

Or rather, it was the innate "high pressure" possessed by a spiritual body of greater density and higher quality when it existed within this spiritual space.

In some worlds, this pressure was directly called Spiritual Pressure.

Spiritual Pressure was not an ability one cultivated, but an attribute like voltage.

Higher-level spiritual bodies naturally absorbed more Reishi, exerting pressure on all lower-level spiritual bodies. If the gap was too great, lower-level spiritual bodies would even be automatically destroyed when facing higher-level ones.

"Come here!"

A calm voice echoed through the vast Consciousness Space. Though cracks had appeared throughout the pure-white Consciousness Space, the echo of that voice remained utterly unaffected.

Come here!

Come here!

It seemed to echo endlessly, as though the sound would continue as long as he refused to accept the command.

Behind the Death God mask, his pale, deathly eyes shifted slightly, but his body did not move.

After devouring a wisp of divinity and a trace of Divine Power from that woman’s body, he had fully realized what kind of existence he was.

He was a god!

An existence completely unlike these dark spirits.

Even the master of this Throne of the Heart was merely a living being, still separated from him by an essential difference.

He would challenge the master of the throne. He would reclaim his divine position!

The Death God looked at the enormous, flourishing broccoli not far away. It was a divine kingdom, as though it had been born to exist for him.

Bai Cangshu understood the meaning in his eyes. He slowly set down the chunk of spiritual corpse still gripping a broken sword hilt, and the signature cruel smile at the corners of his lips grew ever more pronounced.

Seeing this, Satoru Gojo and Millennium Worm silently retreated behind the Throne of the Heart. They knew very well that their host was a complete madman.

When faced with such a challenge, he could easily go too far. When that happened, the spiritual bodies here would inevitably suffer.

Bai Cangshu’s long black hair drifted continuously.

Even within the Consciousness Space, he could enjoy the unique enhancement brought by the Vortex of the Heart after it became a Noble Phantasm.

It almost felt as if his Limit Break Spiral had temporarily risen by roughly one level. His thinking, comprehension, and ability to see through the essential forms of other powers had all ascended to another level.

He slowly rose to his feet and stepped down from the Throne of the Heart, as though walking down invisible stairs, descending step by step.

At some point, Satoru Gojo had already removed his blindfold. A scene like blue skies and white clouds shimmered within his eyes.

"That is…"

Millennium Worm had no special Pupil Technique or Mystic Eyes, yet through experience and his naked eye alone, he could tell that Bai Cangshu’s movements were completely different from Satoru Gojo standing in the air with Limitless.

"That isn’t Limitless, nor is it Moonwalk…"

With every step Bai Cangshu took, a faint blue-white gleam flickered beneath his feet. As he walked farther and farther away, that glow became increasingly faint.

After several dozen meters, the phenomenon vanished entirely, making it seem as though he were truly walking through thin air.

"Ha~ So this is the power of spirits…"

Perhaps due to the Vortex of the Heart’s enhancement, or perhaps because there were only spiritual bodies here and no interference from physical bodies, Bai Cangshu effortlessly grasped some abilities and methods of using a spiritual body.

He condensed what was likely called Reishi beneath his feet. Since spiritual bodies were inherently light, he could easily stand and walk in midair.

This was the most basic ability of a Death God, and also a prerequisite for abilities like Shunpo.

Then Bai Cangshu closed his eyes. Just as when he absorbed spiritual bodies into his own, his body suddenly rippled.

Within this Consciousness Space, Bai Cangshu was no longer burdened by hundreds of thousands of dark spirits binding his body. Controlling only his own spiritual body, controlling only his own Spiritual Pressure, was effortless for someone with the Vortex of the Heart!

The next moment, a blue-white radiance began to bloom from Bai Cangshu’s body.

Bzzzz~

In contrast, the area around Bai Cangshu’s body seemed to have all its Reishi drawn away, turning hollow and black-and-white.

A powerful aura of danger began to spread, and the spiritual bodies closest to Bai Cangshu began to shriek.

These lowest-level dark spirits had not even regained their intelligence. They only knew to flee elsewhere on instinct.

But how could they escape Bai Cangshu’s absorption?

Pop!

Pop!

Pop pop pop pop…

One black dark spirit after another shattered. Then, like dominoes, more and more spiritual bodies broke apart. Correspondingly, the blue-white radiance around Bai Cangshu’s spiritual body grew so intense that it turned almost pure white.

His entire outline was nearly impossible to make out.

Bai Cangshu experienced this novel sensation, feeling incomparably tall. It was not that his body had grown larger, but rather the same feeling he had when he received the full empowerment of Divine Power in B711 World.

His perspective became incredibly elevated, and all living beings lay beneath his gaze.

Moreover, he could feel that as long as he wished it, he could extinguish these weak spiritual bodies at any moment.

By the time he arrived before the Death God, Bai Cangshu seemed to have transformed into a pure-white life-form, with no trace of a human outline remaining.

Like a glowing, pure-white life-form.

The Death God trembled all over. The cursed spirits and Grudge Spirits around him shattered one after another, turning into black fragments that merged into the Yellow Springs.

The Death God felt as though everything around him had become nothing but black and white. Even the strangely shaped divine kingdom had lost its color.

His body shook without end, as though it would be crushed apart by the overwhelming pressure at any moment.

He gripped his white katana, seemingly wanting to draw it, but the immense pressure made him feel as though he were trapped within rock and hardened mud, completely unable to move.

He could not draw it even an inch.

"Kneel."

Standing before the evolved Death God, Bai Cangshu calmly spoke those two words.

The next instant, even greater pressure made the Death God feel as though endless black lines were flashing across the world, his vision about to disappear.

"My spirit… is about to disperse…"

He could not understand why he, an existence of such noble essence, had absolutely no power to resist the master of the Throne of the Heart before him.

How could the other man’s spirit be so powerful…

Seeing that the Death God still refused to submit, Bai Cangshu slowly extended one finger and pressed it against the center of the Hannya mask’s forehead, gently pushing downward.

Crack, boom!

First came the sound of the mask cracking. The next moment, the ground of the Consciousness Space, which had remained unchanged no matter how fiercely they fought, exploded apart.

With a bang, the Death God was pressed into the crater like a soft-bodied creature. After the white Hannya mask shattered, it revealed a strange face covered in black patterns.

"From now on, I’ll call you Black Face."

As though he had thought of something amusing that no one else understood, Bai Cangshu’s voice carried a smile.

The black patterns on the Death God’s face spread like ink. The next moment, his entire face turned black, with only fragments of the white mask hanging from both cheeks.

He slowly lowered his head, bowing beneath the terrifying Spiritual Pressure.

Everyone else in the Consciousness Space watched this scene in astonishment and uncertainty. Uchiha Madara frowned as well. He had never seen such power before.

Millennium Worm, meanwhile, was utterly shocked.

At this moment, Mercenary Tao’s pure-white appearance looked exactly like a certain existence from an anime…

The creator of the Bleach World’s Death Gods—the Soul King!

But he simply could not imagine how a Reincarnator could possibly approach that level of Plot Character at this point.

Even a Supreme Expert should still be separated from that position by an enormous gap.

Millennium Worm shook his head, dismissing it as overthinking. Yet when he looked at the remaining spiritual body of the Death God Enhancement Reincarnator that Satoru Gojo had deliberately left behind, he felt an inexplicable strangeness again.

He suddenly felt that the resurrection of spiritual bodies like theirs might no longer be so far out of reach!