The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

After a long time, He did not gather again.

It seems that just as the man expected, he lost control of his flesh and blood during the countless aggregation processes.

Even as powerful as the Great Old Ones, they cannot be immortal.

The so-called "immortality" is only based on a certain level, imprinting the will and spirit into every cell.

If the spirit and will in every cell are wiped out, then the so-called immortal Old Ones can naturally be killed.

"Finally...dead?"

The man's eyes were full of exhaustion, and his spiritual power scanned the starry sky over and over again to confirm whether there was anything missing.

Just when he was about to explore the secrets hidden deep in the starry sky, a dangerous reminder came to his mind.

He...is alive!

And it wasn't until a slippery tentacle emerged from the black windbreaker that he suddenly realized that he had been assimilated at some point!

A thick spot of light appeared above his head at some point. Under the light source, a twisted shadow under his body was stretched infinitely in the universe. Then, at the position of his head, a blank arc and two holes were 'teared'.

His eyes are like a laughing face.

The weird 'smile' on the shadow's face looks a little crazy.

The two hole-shaped 'eyeballs' turned leisurely, and the lips curved in an astonishing arc, and said with a smile:

"The Old Ones...are eternal!"

The man was startled suddenly, and then murmurs sounded in his mind.

One after another, smooth tentacles crazily emerged from his black trench coat, and black madness shone in the depths of his pupils.

The man tried to control his body to resist, but found that he seemed to be out of control.

"The Old Ones are here!"

"The Old Ones are here now!"

"The Old Ones...will remain forever!"

The frenzied murmurs, like millions of crazy murmurs, were destroying his spirit.

The tentacles caressed his cheeks 'intimately', as if licking them. The cold touch and the greasy mucus on them made him feel sick from the bottom of his heart.

But gradually, he couldn't think of any resistance.

All emotions, desires, and thoughts are being peeled away from my mind little by little over time.

He didn't even have the thought of resisting, he just wanted to watch quietly as the tentacles took over his body bit by bit, waiting for the destruction to come.

It was like he had been injected with a large amount of sedatives, and now he just wanted to sleep quietly.

Feeling that he had given up resistance, the speed of the mutation suddenly accelerated. Starting from the lower body, black scales gradually grew, the human limbs transformed into animal claws, and the head also tended to become an 'octopus' shape.

"So...from the very beginning...your purpose was...my body?" The man's thoughts were intermittent, and he tried his best to ask one sentence.

"You...belong to me..."

In the deepest part of his mind, Cthulhu's voice sounded: "I will become... the new pillar!"

More and more slippery tentacles seeped out from the windbreaker. The densely packed number was astonishing, occupying the nearby void. Cthulhu's voice echoed in the depths of his mind, like darkness polluting his remaining spiritual space.

fire.

Just a little closer...

As long as he can occupy this last place, he can become a new 'pillar'!

But just when He was about to swallow the last 'fire', the spiritual ocean that was completely blackened, penetrated and polluted, suddenly set off an endless storm, and a mountain peak covered with corpses was exposed under the huge waves.

The boy sitting on the mountain suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of indescribable eyes, as if the broken world was reflected into the pupils, with cracks filled with magnificent colors intertwined, blooming with unparalleled beauty, but also exuding frightening terror.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cthulhu suddenly screamed, as if he had seen something terrifying.

The boy slowly stood up from the corpse, holding a transparent blade full of cracks, and slashed with his arm!

Space...no, the entire world was cut into pieces with one knife.

Gu Ao

Countless beautiful cracks are intertwined together, as if the already broken scene is slowly falling apart...

"no no!!!"

"Nyarlathotep...you...did it on purpose!!!"

"Ahhhh..."

Cthulhu's spiritual ocean was completely shattered by a knife.

...

In the real world, men regain control of their bodies.

The moment he opened his eyes, terrifying spiritual pressure rolled in like a giant wave, crushing countless incoming tentacles.

After the spiritual pressure is condensed to the extreme, it is like a terrifying blazing sun, which directly shatters everything nearby. The void is exploded by the strong wind, just like a flag whirring in the wind.

"Nyarlathotep!!!"

Cthulhu, the ruler of the old days, flashed his eyes and let out a roar of extreme rage.

In that terrifying level of spiritual pressure storm, a man with a well-proportioned figure and a strong body, wearing a long black coat, with a long knife on his waist, and silver hair, slowly walked out on the turbulent air waves.

The terrifying air waves gradually subsided, and the huge spiritual pressure slowly stabilized.

But even so, the entire starry sky still trembles under that spiritual pressure, and countless void cracks are scattered throughout it.

boom!

The man took a step forward, causing huge ripples in the air.

At this moment, he felt extremely clearly the huge changes in everything in the world and himself.

Everything he saw, from large stars and celestial bodies to as small as dust and mustard seeds, became extremely clear in his eyes. It seemed that with just a gentle push, everything could be overturned and crushed!

The broken memories of the past are now like giant trees sprouting again, all coming back.

At the same time, there is strength coming back.

Belonging to...the power of Death!

"My name...Lord!"

The man clenched his fists, feeling the familiar power within his body.

When he clenched his five fingers tightly, he had the illusion that he could shatter the world by just swinging it out.

"I am all things, and all things are me. Therefore...I am in all things!"

He slowly walked towards the old ruler, his eyes drooping slightly, and his cold and indifferent eyes showed indifference without the slightest emotion.

boom--!!!

An indescribable and vast spiritual pressure filled the entire world.

Like mountains moving sideways, they collided with the boundless void. The fierce collision set off rolling air waves. Thousands of hurricanes roared like giant dragons and rushed through the starry sky. Thousands of miles of void suddenly shattered.

The long river transformed into the order of time and space flows in the broken void.

Thousands of black-clad incarnations holding swords came here from the past or future on the rushing river.

"Swastika - I am in all things!!!"

...

"Today I know...I am who I am."

There was a trace of reminiscence in Lord's eyes, and he sighed heavily and inexplicably.

If Cthulhu hadn't invaded his spiritual world and caused the second Zanpakutō to awaken, it would have taken an unknown amount of time to recover his memory.

The lost memory returns, and the power returns at the same time.

This feeling is very wonderful. He once again controls "I am among all things", making him feel like he exists in all things.

However, at this time, the old ruler fell into some kind of rage.

I saw him crazily reciting the name of a certain supreme being deep in the universe, and using all the blasphemous words. His endless anger was like substance, igniting the dead starry sky, causing everything in sight to collapse.