Chapter 87: The Strongest Filial Piety and Paternal Love
Of course, when Mo Yu referred to the "uncertain specific uses," he was talking about the development and utilization of these landmarks by sentient beings in the future New Era. Within the limitations of the present, these spectacles still held immense significance.
Mo Yu had never explicitly stated the exact refining process of the Three Worlds Ark. This was not only because he was the one in charge, but also because some of the details were unsuitable for a "Great, Bright, and Upright" hot-blooded protagonist like Ichigo Kurosaki to know.
The Three Worlds had to experience destruction. Even if they hadn't fallen into Hell, it would have happened in some other way; only the process of ruin would have differed. Because of structural issues, the Bleach world-bubble had begun to collapse spontaneously, leading to the "Tribulation of Emptiness." Many areas were unknowingly swallowed by the void—not just in the Three Worlds, but in Hell as well.
The original Three Worlds—or rather, the Chaos World—was a complete planet with an accompanying cosmic background. The realms opened by the Soul King's power were not three equal chunks; rather, the Chaos World was "sliced thin" into three layers. This was why space-travel technology and items were so prevalent, and why teleportation was so simple: the spatial barriers were exceptionally fragile and thin.
As the twin-shadow of the Chaos World, Hell's base area was actually similar to that of the Chaos World! This meant the combined area of the Bleach bubble was massive—at least twice the volume of Earth. But that was in the past. Now, the World of the Living was reduced to Karakura Town; the Soul Society and Hueco Mundo fared better, but combined, it was debatable if they even matched the size of Japan.
Hell was in better shape, with a total area larger than the Three Worlds combined, yet it was still limited. It was less a "world" and more like a medium-sized country—perhaps the size of Germany.
All this data had been calculated via Mo Yu's authority after he converted into the Hell-Soul King. Knowing these specific figures was equivalent to taking inventory of the world-bubble's remaining assets. With this foundation, the formal refining of the World Ark could begin.
How to refine it?
It wasn't as if Mo Yu could wave his hand and make the world-bubble automatically turn into a ship. That might be possible when his "Godhood" reached a deeper level. For now, refining the Ark required technical methods.
He had to dismantle the remaining assets of the world-bubble, treat the debris as construction materials, and through "this and that" means, cobble together a World Ark.
The reason for the quotation marks around the "means" was that while Mo Yu was the Project Manager, the Project Director in charge of technical implementation and construction was the Omniscience Authority in his mind—who had already put on a hard hat and construction gear and was eager to get started.
This was the primary reason Mo Yu said the Three Worlds had to be destroyed. Even without the fall into Hell, Mo Yu's construction method would have necessitated a world-shaking cataclysm! Just like in the movie The Wandering Earth, an engineering project of this scale was indistinguishable from an apocalypse. To forge a world-changing legacy, one must use world-ending flames to burn away the thorns in the path.
The refining had already begun. The bizarre landmark of the Black Pine Lake, forged from Shunsui Kyoraku's despair, was a "Rivet" Mo Yu had hammered into the world's wreckage! The lake was expanding, eroding both the ruins of the Soul Society and the territory of Hell. As the lake grew, so did the black pine. This "Rivet" was the hub that solidified and carved the wreckage into qualified building materials, acting as the core for further changes.
Of course, one rivet was not enough. Mo Yu's eyes blazed with light and his face wore a manic grin as he clenched his fists and struck at the gathered powerhouses.
"Come! What are you waiting for? Push your conviction and power to the peak, condense them, and hurl them all at me!"
Though the Soul King Surge was on cooldown, a 90% Absolute Realm output was still the strongest tier of power in existence.
The first to face it was Kyoraku. Despite using Hell's miasma to push his Bankai to a higher realm, he looked tiny before this matchless power! His despair and his life were both pulverized by the explosion of the punch. The force didn't stop there, sweeping toward the other powerhouses like a mountain collapsing.
To a true Martial Artist, the strength of power is not absolute; will and choice are the truest "qualifications"!
Just as Mo Yu's fist descended, Uryu Ishida stepped forward:
"Spectator... your script has made me want to punch you for a long time. Now, grit your teeth and stand firm!"
His Reishi Blasting Fist, roaring like a savage beast, was thrown with full force. A 70% Absolute Realm output forced Uryu's body to its limit, but the will in that fist was dazzlingly bright. Uryu firmly believed that his fist—sublimated from the techniques taught by his grandfather—was unstoppable!
And the Reishi Blasting Fist answered his will. More importantly, he wasn't alone. Faced with a natural disaster, the weak working together is a basic life instinct.
With many powerhouses acting in concert to block or redirect—Orihime placing a shield on Uryu and Chad rushing up to tank the aftershocks—they completed a team offensive. It wasn't "pretty," but it was effective. Uryu, the core of the team, landed a heavy punch right on Mo Yu's face.
"Potent!"
Mo Yu did not stint on praise. In fact, Hell's will was in so much pain that its Two Tigers BGM stopped as it hissed in a sharp breath. The raw power might have had room to grow, but the will was sufficiently stimulating!
This punch produced the second result. Within the ruins of Karakura Town, a massive amount of Reishi collapsed, transforming into a high-concentration river of light that wound through the ground and sky. Within the river, a "Beast"—vague in form but sharp in ferocity—leapt up, biting at the ubiquitous Hell-miasma before diving back into the light-river to hunt across the land.
The second "Rivet" of the new world—the Great Hunter-Beast of the Reishi River—was born.
The powerhouses saw this, but their attention shifted to something more striking: the Soul King's power had weakened! Even if only by a fraction, at this moment, it was glaring. Even Ichigo couldn't help but ask:
"Spectator... you..."
Facing their confusion, Mo Yu declared in an arrogant whisper:
"I am the King of the Old Days. I once wore the glory of the world to open a grand era. It started with me, and it must end with me. I have now transformed into the Cauldron of Hell, devouring the wreckage of the old world to become the Chaos Egg that births all phenomena. The scenery of the New World will be born from my shattered remains—but only if your fists are potent enough to crush my flesh and bone, and reach my heart to squeeze out the Sacred Blood of Miracles!"
In the New World, there might be Kings and Gods, but there would be no need for a "Soul King" to act as a linchpin. Mo Yu had decided this long ago. To refine the Ark to perfection, the Soul King's body was an indispensable "building material"!
Born from the world, returned to the world. That is karma.
"This tournament is the final farewell between the old world and the new. To surpass me, to kill me, to bury me—these are the three gates you must cross to reach the New World!"
This wasn't a fit of "chuunibyou"; at such a moment, solemnity and heat were required. Otherwise, when the Corporate Bible was compiled, the lack of stylish lines during creation would reflect poorly on God's "Fighting Purity."
Without waiting for a response, Mo Yu resumed the offensive. He moved like the wind, his techniques unpredictable. He saw through Uryu's dodges, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, and unleashed a 90% Absolute Realm Ultimate Purgatory Throw, slamming him into the ground. He followed up with a 90% Dark Absolute Realm combo, sending pillars of miasma screaming into the sky.
The refining of the Ark consumed the total mass and upper limits of the Soul King's body; a mere 90% output was a trifle to Mo Yu. But to Uryu, it was an unbearable lethality that instantly crushed his Reishi Recomposition limit. He died quite cleanly, vaporized into dust.
But again: there is no death in Hell.
A moment later, Uryu respawned right under Mo Yu's nose. He opened his eyes and said:
"Spectator... I suspect you're targeting me."
Mo Yu didn't answer. God says in the Bible: If someone hits your face, hit them back twice! (Don't check your Bible; it'll be in the Heaven Media edition).
Mo Yu was about to hammer Uryu back into the dirt when a sigh echoed:
"My Father... Uryu is your appointed successor to the Quincy Empire. You must leave him some face."
Boundless shadows followed the sigh. Yhwach's hand reached out from the darkness to block Mo Yu's follow-up.
Mo Yu laughed. "I must correct you: a fighter's 'face' isn't given by others; it's earned with fists. However, since you called me Father so filially, I'll add a bit of 'Paternal Love' when I beat you later!"
Yhwach usually had a lot to say during fights, but looking at the power in Mo Yu's fist spiking to 99% Absolute Realm, he swallowed his words. This "Paternal Love" was too heavy.
"Father... in that case, let me offer a bouquet of flowers for your funeral. Witness my filial piety!"
Yhwach opened his Almighty eyes. Countless images of past and future flickered. Unsurprisingly, the vision regarding the Soul King was a total blank—only brilliant radiance. He had known this for millennia. His "All-Knowing" eyes could see everything except the King and those directly linked to Him.
Did he accept this? Of course not! He had endured it in the past, but in this final battle, there was no need for patience.
Having fled back to the Living World, Yhwach had contemplated how to perfect his power. He had already shown the result once—striking accurately despite not being able to "see" the King. Now, he revealed the method more directly.
His Almighty usually worked by usurping past possibilities and choosing future fates. In the original story, if he saw an enemy blade could wound him, he would look at that blade's history and implant a "possibility"—perhaps the blade had taken internal damage in a past fight, leading to structural failure. When the blade struck him in the future, he could break it with a touch.
But that required "seeing." Without sight, the Almighty was meaningless. So, Yhwach had learned "Not to Look."
He pushed his will to the peak, transforming it into invisible fists, and slammed them into the "Blank Space" within his vision. In the countless images of past and future, Yhwach's will-fists were hammering manically!
He crushed every past possibility and exploded every future destiny! He destroyed everything visible and invisible from across time just to condense all that power into the "Now"!
The Almighty couldn't see the Soul King? So what? Right now, the King was right there. He didn't need to see. He just needed to clench his fists, close his eyes... and squeeze every drop of strength from his lungs to punch!
This was Yhwach's "Filial Piety"! It was a Tsar Bomba of the soul, a chain reaction of 50 million tons of TNT. A 99.3% Absolute Realm output was worthy of the name.
Of course, Mo Yu's "Paternal Love" was just as potent—a world-ending meteor that finished the Cretaceous. Filial piety strong enough to shatter fate clashed with paternal love potent enough to end worlds. The other powerhouses fled in panic to avoid the "family bonding" shockwaves that were terraforming the earth.
Mo Yu was delighted. If others' fists forged "Rivets," Yhwach's Filial Punch was a core component of the new world.
Suddenly, a gale roared through the air! It was a wind of Reishi, carrying the benevolence and creation evolved from Yhwach's "Filial Piety." Where the wind passed, the wreckage of the Three Worlds was swept up, dismantled, and torn into part of the gale. When it passed, the Reishi fell as rain.
Upon the scorched earth, grass and flowers suddenly burst forth, showing a savage, heroic vitality. They were "heroic" because if they grew too close together, they would clench their leaves into fists and roar about "Sunlight belonging to the strong," then get into passionate brawls with each other.
This was just the start. The Reishi rain fell on the residents of Hell and the Three Worlds. Regardless of their previous thoughts, they felt their pulses race and their fists harden! No reason was needed; meeting another's eyes was enough to start a flesh-on-flesh brawl to the death.
The Reishi wind swept the earth, raining down Purity to nourish the myriad things. It brought the phenomenon called "Spring."
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