Chapter 317: When Did You Get the Illusion That I'm Not Good at Illusions?
"You can continue to evolve. I enjoy watching it." Uehara Shiroha once again enveloped Aizen's body with countless devastating attacks, and then waited leisurely for the other party to slowly recover from the overwhelming damage.
I have to say that the Hogyoku-evolved Aizen is indeed a perfect target for testing his abilities - durable, resilient, and seemingly indestructible no matter how much punishment he takes.
The feeling of going all out and showing off his skills without restraint is absolutely exhilarating.
If it were an ordinary opponent facing his current level of power, let alone techniques like Getsuga Tensho, even a single one of his copied Bankai abilities combined with Arrancar Resurreccion would reduce them to nothing but ashes in an instant.
It's such a rare and precious opportunity to showcase all his secret techniques and killer moves without holding back, so of course Uehara Shiroha will give the performance of a lifetime.
Moreover, he also wanted to further stimulate the Hogyoku's hidden potential and prepare for what comes next in his plans.
Aizen said with a mixture of helplessness and growing despair in his voice:
"The Hogyoku evolution, with power that should almost surpass that of a god, is still so utterly vulnerable against you.
This power is truly beyond our understanding!
A completely unpredictable battle that defies all logic!"
Obviously, he had reached what should have been the absolute limit of the Hogyoku's power and should have touched the very threshold of godhood itself.
His spiritual pressure had become so overwhelmingly strong that it could destroy everything in its path and break the fabric of the world itself, but why couldn't it even begin to suppress Uehara Shiroha?
In fact, he was the one being completely and utterly crushed in this confrontation.
At this moment, Aizen, who had believed he had become a god, realized a desperate and soul-crushing reality that shattered his worldview.
Death Gods have their limits, and only by transcending into godhood can one surpass these fundamental limitations.
But even gods, it seems, have their own insurmountable limits.
And somehow, impossibly, Uehara Shiroha's mysterious ability even exceeds the limits that should bind gods themselves.
How could such a thing even be possible?
He had expressed nothing but contempt for Urahara Kisuke in the past, because while that guy might be slightly smarter than him in some technical aspects, he was ultimately just a loyal dog crawling before the Soul King, content to serve a higher power.
This kind of subservience is something that Aizen absolutely cannot understand, nor can he ever forgive or accept.
But Uehara Shiroha... Uehara Shiroha made him feel something he had never experienced before - genuine, bone-deep fear!
This is the primal fear of the unknown and of power that completely transcends his comprehension!
This is the existential terror of facing someone you know you cannot surpass no matter how much you evolve!
By now, Aizen had completely given up any hope of victory.
He was completely burned out and exhausted, having thrown everything he had at his opponent, but Uehara Shiroha remained completely unharmed and seemingly unaffected.
And until this very moment, Aizen still hasn't managed to see through the mystery of this strange space they're fighting in, let alone understand even a fraction of Uehara Shiroha's true capabilities and hidden cards.
How could he possibly win against such an enigma?
"It seems that you have finally given up. In that case, I'll be taking that." After saying those words with casual finality, Uehara Shiroha moved with decisive action.
He slashed with his sword, unleashing infinite power that cut through the very air itself.
The devastating power of time and space manipulation instantly penetrated all of Aizen's remaining defenses and evaporated most of his body in a single, terrible strike.
At this moment, his previously perfect regenerative ability was completely gone, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the attack.
And Uehara Shiroha had already taken the Hogyoku, most of which was glowing with an intense yellow light, firmly in his grasp.
"Your Hogyoku is quite impressive, but it belongs to me now."
The ultimate pathway to godhood was now in his hands!
Looking at Uehara Shiroha holding the Hogyoku which began to shine with an even brighter radiance, Aizen found himself half-kneeling on the ground as if he was in the presence of a true deity.
His body was in complete tatters, barely holding together.
Without the Hogyoku's power sustaining him, he reverted to his original Death God form, but still retained his enhanced regenerative abilities and transcendent status from his previous evolution.
So, somehow, he managed to survive the devastating attack.
But he had merely survived, nothing more.
Without the Hogyoku, he had completely lost any possibility of defeating Uehara Shiroha, and he knew it.
However, at this point, Aizen no longer cared about losing face or maintaining his dignity.
He was consumed by curiosity and dread, wanting desperately to see what Uehara Shiroha would look like after integrating with the Hogyoku.
In his normal form, Uehara Shiroha was already strong enough to surpass even a god with ease.
He couldn't even begin to imagine how overwhelmingly powerful his opponent would become after the fusion with the Hogyoku was complete.
Would he become more powerful and more perfect than even Aizen's own supposedly perfect Hogyoku evolution?
Soon, Uehara Shiroha's entire body became enveloped in two distinct colors of light: brilliant white and radiant yellow.
The intense light gradually faded away, and a completely transformed version of Uehara Shiroha appeared before Aizen's stunned eyes.
Then, to his absolute shock and amazement, Aizen could not sense Uehara Shiroha's spiritual pressure at all anymore.
He was absolutely certain that his opponent had entered a realm of power that he could never hope to reach.
Just after fusing with the Hogyoku, Uehara Shiroha had already surpassed him as a Transcendent by an immeasurable degree.