A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 528 521. Construction

Karakura Town, 7:13 pm, Friday.

It has been nearly a day since Xuan Hao came to this world.

In this day, he visited almost the entire city, but unfortunately, he found no clues about the soul fragments.

"What are you doing? You kicked Ah Shan down suddenly and told us to get out without saying a word?"

"Are you out of your mind? You brat! Don't you want to live? Ah!?"

Suddenly, Xuan Hao's attention was attracted by a commotion coming from the street not far away.

He turned his head and looked over and saw the figure of a young man.

This young man was wearing a school uniform, carrying a cross-body bag, and his dazzling orange hair was particularly conspicuous. At the moment, he was surrounded by several idle street gangsters.

Seeing such a scene, Xuan Hao always felt like he had seen it before.

He didn't go up to help, because the young man didn't seem to need anyone else to help him.

! @*…@#%!

After a fierce beating, the young man stepped on the ground and rubbed the gangsters surrounding him.

Good guy, one person can single-handedly fight a group of adults and remain unscathed. This amazing fighting ability is completely unlike that of an ordinary person. Is this the strength of contemporary high school students?

Obviously not.

Xuan Hao could tell at a glance that this boy was not a human being, oh no, not an ordinary person.

It may be difficult for others to see the boy's condition, but for Xuan Hao, who has devoted himself to studying "object construction" for hundreds of years, he can see through the "structure" of this boy at a glance.

Quincy, Hollow, and the power of Death. Three completely different powers are actually mixed in one person. It's like a 'miracle'.

In his impression, there is only one person in this world who possesses these three powers at the same time, and that is the 'protagonist' of this world - Kurosaki Ichigo.

"What a coincidence..."

Sighing at the magic of fate, Xuan Hao shook his head slightly.

Is this really a coincidence? He thought it shouldn't be the case, it was more like a guide of fate.

Just like the previous worlds he has experienced, the existence of the 'protagonist' must be the center of the world's vortex. All key people or objects will revolve around the 'protagonist'. According to the previous rules, the soul fragments he is looking for are Probably also in the people surrounding the protagonist. Of course, this is not absolute, but for him who doesn't have any clues now, it can be regarded as a clue.

And he remembered that Kurosaki Ichigo's physique always seemed to be able to attract some strange 'souls'.

Just like the ghost girl who is hiding behind the telephone pole and shivering.

This is the soul of a girl who was bound here after death, also known as the 'Earth-bound Spirit'.

This boring farce seemed to be just because those gangsters accidentally knocked over the vase placed next to the telephone pole to worship the girl.

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Kurosaki Ichigo, fifteen years old.

Hair color, orange.

Eye color, brown.

Career, high school student.

He looks like a delinquent because of his hair, but in fact he is indeed a delinquent, and he gets into fights a lot. However, it is worth mentioning that his grades are pretty good, and he only likes to meddle in other people's business when fighting, which is commonly known as "drawing a sword to help when the road is rough".

"Question one, what is that?"

Kurosaki Ichigo pointed to the broken vase on the ground and asked with a gloomy face the gangster who had been beaten to pieces by him.

"Uh...then...that's a sacrifice to the kid who died here..."

The gangster answered cautiously.

"Good answer! So you know this is a sacrifice, you bastard!"

He kicked the opponent mercilessly in the face again, and Kurosaki Ichigo's expression became even more gloomy, "Second question, why is that vase broken now?"

"Ah this..."

The gangsters looked at each other, you've been beaten so hard, why do you still ask such boring questions?

Although they were embarrassed in their hearts, facing the overwhelming violence of the 'bad boy' in front of them, they could only answer the question honestly, "We accidentally bumped into each other while we were skateboarding..."

"So, do you need me to teach you how to do it now?"

Kurosaki Ichigo turned dark and pointed at the ghost behind him, "Kneel down and apologize, you bastards!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The gangsters looked at the ghost covered in blood that suddenly appeared behind Kurosaki Ichigo, and were so frightened that they almost fainted on the spot.

"Yes, yes, yes...I'm sorry!!!"

They apologized flutteringly, and then dragged their companions who were beaten unconscious and rolled away from this hellish place.

"Oh, is that okay?"

Kurosaki Ichigo sighed and asked the soul of the girl next to him.

"Scare them like this, and they will definitely not dare to bother you again in the future."

"Well, thank you."

The girl's soul smiled and thanked the young man in front of her, "Thank you, big brother, for helping me get rid of them, so that I can finally live a clean life for a few days."

"Thank you for nothing, I'd better be reincarnated as soon as possible!"

Kurosaki Ichigo waved his hand indifferently and left reincarnated, "It's very late. I have to go home quickly, otherwise my dad will nag me again and bring flowers to see you another day!"

"Okay, goodbye big brother!"

The girl's soul waved to Kurosaki Ichigo's departing back, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she retracted behind the telephone pole alone.

She also wanted to be reincarnated as soon as possible, but she died in an accident and was bound here. She couldn't go anywhere, and she didn't know how to become a Buddha.

Kurosaki Ichigo put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at the ground as he swayed. He didn't notice anything unusual about the man who passed by him.

Xuanhao's figure passed by Kurosaki Ichigo, and then stopped in front of the girl's soul.

The girl raised her head in confusion, "Brother, you are back again..."

She stopped mid-sentence because the man in front of her was not the boy who had gone and returned, but another stranger.

She looked at the man who suddenly stopped in front of her with some confusion. From the gaze that fell on her, she was sure that the other man could see her.

"Excuse me...can you see me?"

"certainly."

Xuan Hao smiled and bent down, reaching out to touch the little girl's head.

The Earthbound Spirit will retain its appearance after death, so this girl's face is always covered in blood and she looks a bit scary.

But as he touched the girl, the traces left by the car accident were slowly receding.

The girl seemed to feel the changes in herself, and her eyes became a little surprised.

"Please...please ask you...are you from heaven?"

The innocent little girl asked.

Because the gentle smile on this man's face didn't look like a messenger from hell. Someone who could heal a soul like hers must be an angel from heaven.

"No, I haven't been to heaven, and I don't know if that place exists."

Xuan Hao shook his head with regret, and then asked, "Do you want to leave from here?"

"When you leave, do you mean becoming a Buddha?" the little girl asked with some confusion.

The person in front of me clearly said that she was not from heaven, so how could she help her leave here?

"Becoming a Buddha? That's right," Xuan Hao thought for a moment.

For the 'spirits' who have died in this world, being extradited to the Soul Society by the God of Death is indeed the so-called 'becoming a Buddha'.

"I know that there is a place where you will at least be freer than here. In fact, it is no different from this world. I can send you there to start a new life. Do you want to go?"

He took away the hand on the little girl's head and asked softly.

"Can I really leave here?"

The girl looked at the chain around her neck, which was what bound her.

She has been trapped here since the day she died, unable to go anywhere.

"sure."

With that said, Xuanhao stood up.

For him now, there are many ways to send a soul to Soul Society.

The simplest one is to imitate the work process of the Shinigami and use the Zanpakutō to extradite the soul to Soul Society.

As for where the Zanpakutō came from? Of course it is directly ‘constructed’.

In this world, everything is made of 'spirits', including Zanpakutō.

In order to study the way of practicing the Shinigami, he once tried to carry out the 'First Interpretation'. Although he failed in the end, of course the time he spent with the Zanpakutō day and night could not be completely wasted. At least he had a rough understanding of the 'Zanpakutō'. structure. From the shape to the decoration on the knife and the incantations engraved on it, he knew it all clearly.

"Construct, start."

Xuan Hao raised his hand and murmured to himself.

The spirit began to condense in his hand, and finally turned into the shape of an ordinary katana, which was the "shallow attack" shape of the prototype of the Zanpakutō.

But this is not a Zanpakutō.

The most important thing about a Zanpakutō is not its shape, but its 'soul'. The constructed sword only has its shape and no real 'self-awareness', because he does not have the ability to create a soul out of thin air and seal it into the Zanpakutō, nor does it have Sora grabs a soul at random and uses it as a sword spirit.

What he needs now is not the Zanpakutō itself, but just a 'part' of the Zanpakutō.

What the Shinigami relies on to extradite souls is not the Zanpakutō itself, but the 'seal' engraved on the end of the handle. This is the incantation used for 'soul burial'. As long as it is used to perform the soul burial ceremony on the lost soul, it can be buried in the soul. The mark of 'Lord of Death' is carved on the opponent's forehead as a passport used by Soul Society to extradite souls.

"Okay, this should be fine."

Lifting the handle of the knife and looking at the 'seal' at the end carefully, Xuan Hao nodded with satisfaction.

"Big brother...you...what are you going to do?"

The little girl watched the man in front of her pull out a knife out of thin air, with a slight fear on her face.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Come on and don't move. Brother will give you a stamp."

Xuan Hao smiled and leaned forward again, gently pressing the tip of the knife handle on the forehead of the soul in front of him.

"..."

The little girl's eyes were glazed over.

The ground where she was was suddenly flooded by a burst of hollow white light, and her soul-like body began to sink toward the white light.

"goodbye."

With a gentle 'goodbye', the white light turned into bubbles in an instant, and finally a pitch-black black-tailed swallowtail butterfly flew out of the bubbles and flew in the direction of Soul Society.

"alright."

Xuan Hao stood up, and the knife in his hand turned into a spirit and dissipated in the air. He turned around and glanced at the alley around the corner.

"Come out, you've been looking there for a long time."

"Did you really find me?"

A female voice came from around the corner, and then, a petite 'girl' wearing a dark death suit walked out of the corner.

Her name is Kuchiki Rukia, and she is a god of death.

At this moment, Kuchiki Rukia was holding the hilt of her Zanpakuto at her waist tightly with one hand, and her expression seemed a little wary.

Unable to face the strange man in front of her, she had to stay vigilant.

"Who are you anyway?"

Kuchiki Rukia asked with a frown.

She was a little unsure. Although she did watch the other party use that sword to bury his soul, she had never heard of a human being being able to 'forge' and use a Zanpakutō out of thin air! And looking at that look just now, is it a ‘disposable’ one?

This made her wonder if there was something wrong with the fact that she had studied the history of the Soul Society at the Zhenou Spiritual Arts Academy. She must know that it is recorded in history that all Zanpakutō are forged by the 'Sword God' alone, and they have been forged since the beginning of their birth. was given a 'name'.

Except for the 'Sword God' in the entire Soul Society, no one has the technology to forge Zanpakutō.

And the person in front of him obviously couldn't be the 'Sword God'.

Because she could clearly feel that the other party was not even a 'god of death'.

This is a 'human being', and a very dangerous 'human being'. This person exudes a strong aura of 'emptiness'.

As a human being, there are only two possibilities for being infected with such an aura. One is that he is entangled by Xu, and the other is that this person has killed Xu.

And judging by the terrifyingly rich aura, it was obvious that more than one had been killed.

"Are you... a Quincy? But just now, the thing in your hand was... a Zanpakutō?"

Kuchiki Rukia became more and more confused.

The more she guessed about this man's identity, the more confused she felt.

Living in this world, hunting and killing Hollows, it seems that such existences can only be a group like the 'Quincy' who have disappeared for a long time, but the person in front of me just used the technique of 'Soul Burial' that only the God of Death has mastered.

"A Quincy? I'm not."

Xuan Hao was stunned and shook his head slightly, "If you really want to say it, my impression of the Quincy is not very good. I may prefer your 'Reaper' to the Quincy."

"!?"

Kuchiki Rukia suddenly looked like a cat with hairy hair, her hair standing on end.

Because when the man spoke, he had already come behind him and put his hand on his shoulder, looking serious.

"when?"

She couldn't feel the man in front of her move at all.

"Don't be nervous, you are the God of Death, right?"

Xuan Hao gently patted the shoulder of the girl-like Death with a smile.

"yes."

For some reason, Kuchiki Rukia answered subconsciously.

By the time she realized what she had done, it was too late, and there was only horror in her eyes.