In the core space of the Heroic Spirit Hall, Shinju was also sensing the system's changes.
Shinju's soul along with the entire Heroic Spirit Hall was almost simultaneously reconstructed within that raging torrent. Mechanical prompt tones rang out one after another in his mind. That familiar feeling returned, and Shinju felt an incomparable exhilaration in his heart.
Aizen really was strong. That strength, and that absolute brain—no matter what world you looked at, he was unquestionably a top-tier powerhouse.
But… unfortunately for him, the one he ran into was Shinju.
[Ding! System repair initiated.]
Shinju felt the entire Heroic Spirit Hall trembling. But he wasn't panicked at all. The most dangerous moment had already passed. Now everything was still within normal parameters.
The polluted data stream was being overwritten by a brand-new power. It would be replaced bit by bit afterward—almost like a formatted reboot.
The once-dim core space began to glow with golden light.
[Repair complete!]
[Ding! System version updated to 2.0! New function unlocked: World Rule Analysis!]
[Ding! All Heroic Spirit data formatted. Initiating rule completion!]
When the final prompt tone fell, Shinju's consciousness was completely pulled away.
His mind was forcibly connected to a boundless ocean of information, like being uploaded to a server. Thoughts became reality—broken down into countless executable commands. It was even a bit like solving a problem, links locking into links; as long as you followed the instructions, you could reach the desired result.
Good. Very good!
What thrilled him even more was that how will interfered with reality, how the mind twisted matter—everything was displayed clearly before him. Even causality became a net he could pluck and tug.
Every node represented a choice, and an outcome.
He could even see how to pry up the most massive ending at the smallest cost.
The fundamental particles that formed souls—reishi—lost their mystery in his eyes.
Shinigami or Hollow, it didn't matter—the underlying logic was finally understood.
Their arrangement, energy tiers, aggregation and dissipation… all of it became knowledge that could be learned.
And that knowledge became a part of Shinju.
At the same time, within the Heroic Spirit Hall, the sealed Heroic Spirits who had been isolated and locked away also experienced the same violent transformation.
Sakumo stood quietly within his private space.
The black power eroding his body rapidly dispersed.
He felt the sense of restraint vanish.
He gripped the White Fang short blade at his waist.
The blade was still the same blade, and chakra still flowed within him.
He tried pouring chakra into the edge.
The blade gleamed white—exactly as it always had.
But he knew something was different.
A brand-new understanding appeared in his mind.
His slash was no longer simply relying on sharpness and speed to cut things apart.
He could assign his slash a definition.
Dan (Sever).
The instant that thought rose, he swung the short blade.
No matter the substance, the result was only one.
Severed.
In another space, Yahiko's body was likewise wrapped in a golden data stream.
The power Nagato had granted him through the Rinnegan—the repulsive force of the Deva Path—had once only been a tool he could borrow.
The essence of repulsion was a kind of rule-based exclusivity.
Shinra Tensei was the result of driving that exclusivity to the extreme in an instant.
He tried to fuse his understanding of the repulsion rule into chakra's nature transformation.
Chakra was no longer just energy—it began rejecting everything around it.
A transparent shield that constantly produced faint ripples in space appeared before him.
This wasn't Shinra Tensei.
This was Yahiko's own jutsu.
A defensive method that normalized the repulsion rule and perfectly integrated it with his chakra.
Repulsion Shield.
The same change happened to every Heroic Spirit.
Rin's Shōsen Jutsu (Palm Sage Jutsu) was no longer limited to healing flesh and blood.
Within that golden light was the rule of life and restoration.
She even felt she could repair damage to the soul—re-aggregating spirit bodies on the verge of dispersing.
Tobirama's Hiraishin no Jutsu (Flying Thunder God Technique) broke free from the shackles of formula coordinates.
His understanding of spatial rules let him define any coordinate he could perceive as the destination of a teleport.
Where his mind went, his body arrived.
Kushina's Kongō Fūsa (Adamantine Sealing Chains) gained dense golden patterns along each link—divine chains containing the rules of contract and confinement.
Once bound, it was as if you had signed an inescapable imprisonment contract with the world itself.
All Heroic Spirits felt this rebirth-like change.
From their past battle experience, they extracted a completely new understanding of their own power.
Sakumo sheathed his blade.
"So this is power from a higher dimension?"
Shinju's consciousness returned to his body.
When he opened his eyes, the permissions of the entire Heroic Spirit Hall were, to him, effectively meaningless.
He could see every Heroic Spirit's status. He could feel that brand-new power within them—resonating in sync with the rules of a hundred worlds.
With a single thought—
All the sealed spaces used to isolate the Heroic Spirits shattered instantly.
Even though Aizen's main Arrancar army had already been annihilated, the remaining enemies and the contaminated Heroic Spirits were still a massive threat.
Former companions had become puppets that only knew slaughter. Every clash made hearts ache.
And then—across the entire battlefield—everything paused for a split second.
A figure appeared without warning at the center of the battlefield.
A white Hokage cloak, golden hair, and a gentle smile.
Minato.
An invisible spatial rule spread outward with him as the center.
Every enemy's movements slowed.
Then, a flash of white.
Sakumo appeared behind a contaminated Heroic Spirit.
The White Fang short blade in his hand made no sound, raising no wind—only lightly drew across.
The black contamination on that Heroic Spirit—along with their connection to the Heroic Spirit Hall—was severed in an instant.
The madness in their eyes faded, clarity returning, and then they dissolved into motes of light.
One strike—erasing one existence.
"Sorry. I'm late."
Sakumo's voice was calm, yet it made every ally's spirit surge.
Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato appeared at the same time.
Yahiko stood at the front, arms spread. A Repulsion Shield visible to the naked eye blocked all incoming Cero (Hollow Flash) and flung it away.
Rin appeared where the wounded were densest, both hands suffused with a gentle golden glow.
Where that light passed, every injury—light or severe—healed at a visible speed.
Kushina's golden chains descended from the sky like a vast net, binding down swaths of enemies.
Those who were locked couldn't even struggle—the energy within their bodies was completely suppressed.
One sealed Heroic Spirit after another returned to the battlefield in a new posture, with crushing power.
They had already transformed into beings who grasped rules—gods walking the world.
Shinju stood at the core of the Heroic Spirit Hall, overlooking the battlefield.
The little trouble Aizen had left behind was no longer a problem before absolute power.
He looked at his palm. Countless strands of knowledge about the world's origin circulated within it.
Everything had become far more interesting.
(End of Chapter)
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