Chapter 78: The Kin of the Eternal Progenitor Hollow
The specific process of the liquidation, truthfully, isn't worth much description. Deprived of Captain-Commander Yamamoto's protection, the fall of the Seireitei took a mere half-day.
To be more precise, it took less than ten hours. This included the time some Nobles spent pulling out their so-called "trump cards" in a desperate attempt to halt Mo Yu's cleansing.
Mo Yu's evaluation of these efforts was a simple:
"YOUR PURITY IS TOO LOW!!!"
Secret research results accumulated over years, treasures passed down from ancient eras, and even hidden contingency plans from the Era of Chaos—in the past, any one of these items would have been enough to influence or even subvert the Soul Society. Before Mo Yu, however, they were utterly laughable.
By the end of the liquidation, Mo Yu hadn't even seen a single Noble summon the courage to launch a counterattack personally. Instead, they sent death squads armed with these relics to charge him in suicidal waves, hoping to take him down with them.
The most "resourceful" among them was the Tsunayashiro Clan, one of the five Great Noble Houses. Each founding family retained a specific "legacy" from the Soul King; for the Tsunayashiro, it was "History" and "Secrets."
Simply put, they controlled the knowledge and taboos of the Chaos Era. For instance, it was the Tsunayashiro ancestor who spent eons dismembering the Soul King and casting Him down. The clan kept meticulous, undisclosed records of where those limbs and organs ended up. Because they held the keys to history, the Tsunayashiro produced a high yield of conspirators who loved using information gaps to weave vile schemes.
The current head, Tokinada Tsunayashiro, was a true "talent" in this field: cruel, cunning, and sinister. To inherit his position, he had slaughtered his own siblings and even murdered his wife, Kakyo. Because of his noble status, he faced no punishment even though everyone knew he was the killer. (Notably, Kakyo was Kaname Tosen's dear friend; her death was the catalyst for Tosen's total disillusionment with the Seireitei and his decision to join Aizen).
Tokinada indeed had many tricks and a large number of retainers. He unleashed those ancient secrets and bizarre research projects, successfully stalling Mo Yu's progress for a full four hours!
As a reward, when Mo Yu finally caught the man, he delivered a finishing move: the Endless Fisher Punch.
Mo Yu figured that as the gold-medal super mentor who had trained countless "macho-men," Grand Fisher would surely provide this schemer with a proper education in Purity. The results spoke for themselves: after one hit, Tokinada's eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and a look of "supreme bliss" settled on his face—likely shell-shocked by the Golden Will contained within Fisher's war-soul.
Mo Yu walked the streets of the Seireitei, dragging Tokinada by the hair like a dead dog.
His personal liquidation was only for those on his "Correction List." He didn't much care for the rest. Consequently, the death toll wasn't as high as one might expect. Under the leadership of "Evacuation Faction" members like Shunsui Kyoraku and Jushiro Ukitake, many escaped the city within those ten hours.
Mo Yu didn't mind. Fundamentally, not everyone was qualified to be personally sent to Hell by the Soul King. Only those pure "Macho-Men" who had the word "POTENT" tattooed on their hearts were worthy. Once in Hell, they would have their own fortunes; Hell would regard them differently, and their treatment would be superior.
As for the "dregs" on the list, they were also sent to Hell by the Soul King's hand, and Hell had arrangements for them as well. There was a "slight" difference in treatment, but that was secondary.
Along the way, buildings collapsed in thunderous crashes. The diligent Hellish Macho-Men were handling the demolition. Their work was exceptionally fine; every brick had to be hammered into a distinct, uniform powder. Everything inside—including the rats and earthworms—was demolished to this standard.
The curtain call of an era was presented through this crude demolition project. By the time Mo Yu crossed the Seireitei, the hub of the Three Worlds—the pearl of the Soul Society that had cost Yamamoto two thousand years of effort—had been reduced to a flat wasteland. The ground was even hammered down a few centimeters by the fists of the black giants.
Mo Yu, dragging Tokinada, walked further and further away without a single backward glance. He stared straight ahead with the boundless, heartless gaze of the Heavens. He had a reason for this.
The liquidation of the Soul Society was not 100% complete. Minority groups like the Great White Wolf Ancestor remained behind closed doors, refusing to participate in the clearing of world karma. Mo Yu didn't care; when the dust settled, those fellows would realize exactly what they had missed.
The spatial structure of the Soul Reaper world was becoming fragile and wobbly. Fissures appeared everywhere, offering blurry glimpses of Hueco Mundo or the World of the Living. Once the Seireitei and the surrounding Rukongai were cleared, Mo Yu stepped through a rift and entered Hueco Mundo.
Unlike the scenic Soul Society, the main landscape of the Hollow World was a boundless sea of sand. Empty, desolate, and locked in eternal night, save for a single, eerie moon. It was as if during the division of the Three Worlds, all light and perfection were given to the Soul Society, while all darkness and decay were dumped here.
It was a natural prison designed to lock away the Hollows. One could hardly expect the Ancestor Nobles to have made it beautiful.
But in Mo Yu's eyes, this desolation held a special significance. The boundless sea of sand was Hueco Mundo's greatest monument. Because that wasn't real sand. It was bone ash.
More specifically, it was the residue of Hollows that hadn't completely decomposed into Reishi after death. The million-year history of the Three Worlds wasn't visible in the Soul Society because the Nobles loved erasing history to hoard it in secret archives as "heritage." Hueco Mundo had no nobles, but because of the Hollows' nature to devour each other, they had no civilization or records.
Yet, Hueco Mundo's history was written on the very ground for all to see. The top layer of sand was the record of day-after-day, year-after-year slaughter between Hollows, Soul Reapers, and Quincies. In a million years, layer upon layer of ash had built up. Mo Yu walked upon it, every step landing on the collective history of billions of evil spirits.
The middle and lower layers were even more interesting.
A thousand years ago, a Hollow with an ancestral bloodline invaded the Soul Society and defeated Yamamoto (whose Bankai was then incomplete). It reached the Soul King Palace but was defeated by the Monk before it could touch the King. Since it had eaten too many souls to be killed, it was forged into a Zanpakuto and sealed in a palace.
If one such Hollow was that hard to kill, where did the others go throughout a million years of history? The answer lay in the lower layers of this ash sea—it was the graveyard for the remains of the primordial Menos slain by the Soul King.
The landmarks of Hueco Mundo weren't limited to the sand. The eerie moon overhead was also a supreme spectacle. In the World Bubble's self-logic, while the Eternal Progenitor Hollow had not yet descended, it already existed. That moon was not a satellite, but a reflection of the Progenitor in the mortal world—Its eye watching the Three Worlds.
Because of this moon, Hueco Mundo had developed an internal cycle. Soul Reapers couldn't possibly "cleanse" every death in the human world. Countless souls, upon reaching their end, were vacuumed into Hueco Mundo, infected by the Progenitor's Moon, and reborn as Hollows with forgotten pasts—like the Hollow Neliel in the original story.
This was why the Soul Society periodically sent expeditions to Hueco Mundo. Without control, the population would explode. It was another failure of the five Founding Nobles: they usurped the authority over death from Hell but failed to manage it, allowing Hueco Mundo to steal a piece of the cycle of reincarnation, fueling the eventual descent of the Eternal Progenitor.
But Mo Yu would liquidate those mistakes now.
As Mo Yu walked through the white sands, it was as if Hell itself had stepped into the realm. Endless miasma flowed; Hellish Macho-Men were born and formed a black flood of muscle, devouring everything. The scattered Hollows throughout the desert were subjected to the "Ora-Ora" heavy punches of the giants.
The eerie moon in the sky flickered slightly, signaling that even the Eternal Progenitor sensed a crisis.
Hueco Mundo was neither too large nor too small. In some unknown corner, there might be ancient or bizarre existences hiding, but Mo Yu didn't care. His goal was clear: Las Noches, the heart of Hueco Mundo. The burden of history never falls on those hiding in the gutters; they aren't worthy. Like the Soul Society Nobles, they have noble blood and long histories, but once the pillar (Yamamoto) fell, they scattered like dust.
Without a need for a declaration, Mo Yu's overwhelming majesty already covered the entire realm!
Soon, Aizen's trio and the Espada appeared before Mo Yu. It was a mirror of the Seireitei battle, but with Aizen's personal flair. Regardless of utility, Aizen had brought hundreds of Menos—some over a hundred meters tall—to act as cannon fodder or "hype men." Surrounded by this massive crowd, Aizen's entrance was no less grand than Mo Yu's escort of Hellish giants.
It was clear Aizen was going for an "all-in" strategy. After this fight, he would either return in victory or the elites of Hueco Mundo would be buried in a single day.
"Excellent. Everyone is here. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down," Mo Yu said. He tossed the "dead dog" Tokinada toward Aizen. Aizen caught him with a wave of Reiatsu, spared a glance, and tossed him to Tosen. His gaze never left Mo Yu.
"I have envisioned countless times what I would say to you in the Soul King Palace once my plan succeeded," Aizen began. "I never expected that instead of me visiting you, you would personally come to Hueco Mundo to find me and bring a gift. It is quite an honor. However, the lines I composed back then seem quite fitting for this moment..."
Aizen in this World Bubble had a secret: those stylish, cool lines he dropped so casually were actually products he had spent a long time brainstorming! But that was fine; powerhouses are allowed their harmless eccentricities.
"Soul King... your era has ended. From here on, I shall be the one to hold the heavens!"
"Absolute Realm 80% Output—FIVE-DRAGON DESTRUCTION PUNCH!!!"
Aizen struck first, going all-out from the start. Roaring dragon-shaped spiritual energy spiraled around his body and fists, radiating a blinding light. Even more bizarrely, as the punch landed, the entire scenery in Mo Yu's vision began to change manically!
The power of the Truest Illusion and the scenery of the Most Illusory Reality, with a peerless fist roaming freely between the two. This was the power forged by integrating Kyoka Suigetsu's ability into the Absolute Realm. It was Bankai, yet it was something shifting above it—a power mastered and wielded with perfect proficiency. Aizen's talent was undeniable.
Though in terms of raw output, Aizen couldn't yet match Yamamoto, Mo Yu's appreciative smile was wider than it had been for the Commander. Yamamoto had founded an era but remained a conservative man of the old ways. Aizen, despite being a "villain," possessed the spirit of a pioneer who dared to carve a new path.
This punch declared that spirit. It told Mo Yu that Aizen had surpassed the limits of a mere Soul Reaper.
Potent! Extremely Potent! UNBELIEVABLY POTENT!
So potent that every Menos watching felt their potential explode, squeezing out every drop of power from their very organs to fuel this strike, creating an unprecedentedly explosive bombardment.
This was 80% output, but the combat performance was far higher. Whether it was the confusion of reality or the deception of illusion no longer mattered. What mattered was: before such world-shaking, peerless,撼世 (earth-shattering) power, what could stand? Who! Could! Stop! It!
Even Mo Yu could not!!!
Mo Yu, who took the punch without defending or reservation, felt as if his heart, liver, and lungs were being blown apart. His feet were planted in the ground, yet he was pushed back by the matchless force.
Mo Yu's head was forced up by the impact. The eerie moon caught his eye, and many thoughts flickered through his mind. The final thought to linger in his heart was...
"Eternal Progenitor Hollow... you chose your Kin long ago, didn't you...?"
End of Chapter
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