In an instant, two completely different yet equally world-shattering spiritual pressures collided violently within this woven domain.
The gigantic loom symbolizing fate seemed to be enraged, its operating speed abruptly accelerating.
Countless golden, brand-new bolts of cloth were spewed out in a frenzy.
Unlike before, from these bolts of cloth extended billions of golden spikes, each as sharp as a divine weapon.
They converged into a golden tsunami of death, blotting out the sky and covering the land, vowing to completely drown that lone sun.
Yet, faced with an attack that could annihilate any army in an instant, Head Captain Yamamoto merely slowly raised the Ryujin Jakka in his hand, the blade that had gathered all light and heat within itself.
Then, lightly, he swung it forward.
There was no sound.
Only a beam of light as bright as day.
In that moment, it was as if the entire world had been muted.
A pure white slash mark, so absolute it felt as though even concepts themselves could be burned away, appeared along the path of the blade.
Space itself, before this slash, was cut open like fragile canvas.
A deep, dark rift appeared within this Bankai domain, and through that rift one could even glimpse the council chamber outside, already in the midst of collapse.
Merely the residual shockwave that unintentionally leaked from this single strike was enough to reduce the real-world Central 46, along with the sages who had not yet escaped, into the most primitive ash.
Fortunately, Sui Feng had fled early enough, already escaping to Hueco Mundo through a Garganta. Otherwise, just this aftershock alone would have reduced her to flying dust.
Even more so, had it not been for the Great Archive below, constructed with the power of the Soul King, it likely would have completely evaporated under this blow as well.
If even the world itself was sliced apart, then what chance did a mere attack made of reishi have?
That golden tsunami of death created by Shutara's Bankai met absolute annihilation the instant it touched the white slash.
There was no resistance, no stalemate, not even a burning process.
Billions of spikes, countless bolts of cloth, along with the rules attached to them, instantly collapsed, vaporized, and vanished into nothingness under that unimaginable, terrifying heat.
Yet, in the face of this almost unsolvable absolute power, the Shutara under Rosse's control showed not the slightest hint of surprise.
She simply stood quietly atop the still-roaring loom, as though admiring a grand fireworks display.
After all, this was Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, and his Bankai.
If it could not achieve at least this much, that would be what was truly impossible.
Compared to Head Captain Yamamoto's pure, ultimate destruction, Shutara's Bankai did seem a bit soft and lacking.
But, the smile at the corner of Rosse's mouth deepened.
The game was not over yet.
Head Captain Yamamoto was indeed incredibly strong, strong enough to destroy everything.
But since he was the one controlling Shutara's Bankai this time, he had to force out Head Captain Yamamoto's final killing move.
Without seeing the final move, Enta Kyoten's Kyoka Suigetsu had no way to perfectly replicate it.
Such a powerful Bankai would be his next time.
"Unravel Three Hanks: Bowels of Black Sand! To be pulled in so, shall be fatal."
As the third chant fell, the Bankai space that had been completely burned away by Ryujin Jakka was instantly restored amid the roar of the loom.
Immediately after, countless black bolts of cloth were woven directly into the space beneath Head Captain Yamamoto's feet, and the moment they appeared, they transformed into flowing black sand that seemed alive.
That was not sand, but a sea of quicksand formed from curses. Countless arms made of black sand stretched out from it, tightly gripping Head Captain Yamamoto's ankles, trying to drag him into an endless abyss.
However, faced with a restraint that could instantly swallow any captain-level powerhouse, not even the slightest ripple appeared on Head Captain Yamamoto's face.
He simply spoke again, calmly:
"Zanka no Tachi, Nishi: Zanjitsu Gokui!"
Buzz!
In that instant, the world that had just been shrouded in darkness by the black sand was once again completely illuminated by an artificial sun.
Spiritual-pressure flames condensed to the extreme, reaching temperatures as high as fifteen million degrees, no longer burst outward. Instead, they formed into a magnificent robe burning with hellfire, tightly wrapping around Head Captain Yamamoto's body.
The sea of black sand that had just taken shape beneath his feet, under the radiance of this solar holy garment, did not even have a chance to struggle before being completely evaporated and erased in an instant, as if it had never existed.
"HAH!"
With a thunderous roar, Head Captain Yamamoto moved.
He was no longer a man, but a heavy mythic war chariot clad in the sun itself, rampaging across the battlefield.
With brutal disregard for all reason, he brandished the blade capable of ending everything and charged straight toward Shutara.
Wherever his figure passed, even space itself visibly twisted, unable to withstand that terrifying heat.
"Unravel Four Hanks: Freezing Bed Linens! To enter a place, in which never to wake again!"
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The fourth skein suddenly activated, unfolding violently along Head Captain Yamamoto's charging path.
Countless fragments of ice embodying the laws of absolute zero were born from nothing, forming a crystal-clear frozen domain, attempting to eternally freeze this humanoid sun.
Under normal circumstances, with the temperature of Yamamoto's Zanjitsu Gokui at this moment, any form of ice or snow in the world would instantly vaporize the moment it came within a hundred meters of him.
Even the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto releasing Bankai would be instantly reduced to nothingness under Head Captain Yamamoto's current, utterly terrifying spiritual pressure.
But Shutara's Bankai had never been reishi transformed into matter.
It was pure rules.
That was not ice, but the materialization of the concept of freezing itself.
The previous black sand and golden spikes had been easily destroyed only because the intensity of reishi Rosse had injected was insufficient to contend with the laws of Ryujin Jakka and Zanjitsu Gokui.
This time, Rosse used his full strength.
Hiss! Hisssssss!
Ice and fire, the two most extreme laws, began their most primal and savage mutual annihilation within this confined space.
A shrill wail that seemed capable of tearing even souls apart echoed throughout the space.
That ocean-like expanse of rule-based ice surged forward wave after wave, burned and vaporized by Zanjitsu Gokui, only to be instantly reborn again under the drive of the loom.
At last, Head Captain Yamamoto, unstoppable like a god descending to the mortal world, was forced to halt his steps under the obstruction of these endless freezing rules.
He began to swing Ryujin Jakka, shattering the extreme ice produced by the loom at an even faster speed.
However, this type of delaying attack ultimately had no way of inflicting real harm on Head Captain Yamamoto.
After each swing of his blade, it took only an instant for the extreme ice created by the Bankai to vanish into nothingness.
The spiritual pressure on both sides was being consumed at extreme speed, but limited by the upper bounds of Shutara's Bankai, the weaving speed had already fallen far behind the speed of Head Captain Yamamoto's slashes.
Even so, the time bought by this was already enough for Rosse.
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