Time passed slowly, and soon Aizen broke free from the state of increased strength. He let out a long breath, a look of ecstasy on his face. This feeling of his own strength increasing in such a short time... was truly irresistible.
However, Aizen quickly noticed the absence of other sounds and immediately felt something was amiss. Looking around, he saw that everyone present was either apprehensive or solemn. The atmosphere was clearly not right.
What just happened?
Aizen raised an eyebrow. When the Shinigami Star was first formed, many people present were wary of him... but now, that wariness had gone from being hidden in their hearts to being completely undisguised.
After a moment's thought, Aizen suddenly realized something. "The strengthening of spiritual pressure... has it triggered a chain reaction? But... it prematurely ignited these guys' fear of me. This is not a good thing."
Aizen abruptly raised his head, gazing intently at Su Han, who sat regally on the bronze throne. Su Han stared back at him calmly and silently. Aizen's heart tightened instantly, and he immediately lowered his head, silently deducing, "My spiritual pressure has increased by about half a percent compared to before!"
It may not seem like much, but considering Aizen's original strength, it was by no means a small amount. "To gain this much from just one battle... beyond imagination. This misty space! It really can let me break through my original limits... Hmm? This news should be revealed."
Aizen believed that the enhancement mechanism he had detected should be considered a hidden mechanism of the Misty Space.
But he felt that this couldn't be kept secret for long! Although he hadn't watched the entire storyline of the Starry Sky event, he had briefly interacted with a few people in the Naruto world earlier.
With his keen eye for talent, he could easily see that the group were all exceptional individuals. They were either ruthless tyrants, heroes, or simply outstanding figures. Underestimating these people would only lead to dire consequences... Rather than concealing this information that would soon be deciphered, it was better to do them a favor and lower their guard.
“Mr. Edward,” Aizen suddenly laughed, looking directly at the white-bearded man, his voice carrying a hint of sincerity, “thank you for your previous generosity in teaching me the words of sacrifice.”
"Gurararara, the best reward is simply not trying to harm this old man like me." The white-bearded man's voice was deep, with a hint of hostility.
“You’ve misunderstood,” Aizen said, somewhat speechless. “Although I don’t know what happened before, I suppose it was a loss of control over my spiritual pressure? This wasn’t me threatening you all; I was merely amplifying my own spiritual pressure.”
“Enhance…spiritual pressure?” Rukia Kuchiki’s eyes widened; she felt she could no longer remain silent.
"How to strengthen him?" Tony Stark suddenly asked. Although he was wary of Aizen, after carefully considering Aizen's behavior in Bleach, he felt that Aizen wouldn't do something so idiotic. He sensed that there might be more to this than met the eye.
"The power of the evil god," Aizen said frankly. He explained everything clearly, including his previous speculations, the fact that Hozuki Gengetsu, who was corrupted by the evil god, and the fact that he received feedback from the evil god's power without offering sacrifices.
A long silence fell over the scene.
Then, in perfect unison, many council members suddenly turned their heads to look at the figure sitting on the bronze throne, their hearts trembling and their expressions varied.
"Offering sacrifices to you, will I ultimately receive your favor?" Ying Zheng was restless. He murmured, "This is so familiar."
The Chinese have a long tradition of sacrifice, but over time, this sacrifice has become more of a custom than a genuine hope for divine favor.
However, Ying Zheng suddenly realized that the ritual might be useful.
As for why they hadn't received favor in the past... it could be that the offerings were wrong, or that the rituals they performed were wrong... or even that there wasn't a true god in their world.
"That spell about the Wheel of Fortune from before?" Ying Zheng's gaze deepened; he had memorized it deeply.
"So, hunting down evil gods from those worlds can actually earn you rewards? Or is it just doing unpaid work?" Tony Stark's words were witty, but his expression was extremely solemn. He looked at Su Han, his pupils revealing a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, shock, and awe.
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Chapter 75 The supreme god, indiscriminate in good and evil, chose to become God rather than Satan! This is the greatest fortune.
Rukia Kuchiki silently clenched her fists, her gaze hardening.
Using the power of an evil god to directly strengthen herself? This might be her only way to overtake Aizen by taking a shortcut... However, Aizen could also use this method to strengthen himself.
"The road ahead... though still shrouded in deep despair, has finally seen the first ray of light breaking through the darkness."
"It looks great, but it's actually pretty useless." Huang Rong was excited at first, but after thinking about it, she slumped back in her chair and sighed. "I don't think I have the strength to hunt down those evil gods' minions. Isn't this just a vicious cycle... the strong get stronger, and the weak get weaker?"
"Senior Huang Rong, this is already a relatively fair set of rules and regulations."
Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Huang Rong with a hint of helplessness, and then gave Su Han a deep look.
Sure enough, this special misty space is far more than just a council... but its functions need to be developed by others.
The Lord of the Mist, who created this world, is mysterious and far-sighted. Perhaps he is secretly plotting something that spans countless worlds.
"Isn't this amazing?" All Might patted the back of his chair and suddenly burst into laughter. "Going to different worlds to carry out plans to save the world and defeat those invaders. And on the side, we can also get rewards that increase our own strength... This is practically a different version of the Hero Association. Just thinking about it is exciting!"
"To view this strange Council of the Heavens, this vast and boundless misty space, merely as the Heroes' Association is a form of contempt," Ying Zheng said coldly, revealing an imperial majesty. "This council... is more like a regulator of all realms. It saves them from destruction! And it constantly controls their destinies..."
After a pause, Ying Zheng stared intently at Su Han's face.
"It changed the course of fate...thus giving the Speaker the performance He desired, a show on the world stage...as for saving the world, that was just a side effect."
The mysterious hall fell silent.
Was it just a side job to save the world? Tony Stark's expression was grave. If anyone else had said that, he would have retorted with a scathing critique. But it was the Speaker of the Council who seemed to be the one to do it.
This might seem like a lie to others, but to the Speaker of Parliament, it's perhaps just as natural as breathing. After all, the entire world might just be a plaything to the Speaker… or even less than a plaything.
"The only thing we can be thankful for is that you are God on our side."
Tony Stark's voice was complex; it seemed he was speaking to Su Han, to the others in the Misty Space, and also to himself, tinged with a sense of unease.
"Even if you have no sense of good and evil, you have chosen our side. Us! This is our greatest fortune, and perhaps the greatest fortune of the world you all belong to now, and even the worlds that may join the Mist Space in the future...
This is not just their good fortune, but the good fortune of many parts of the world.
“A supreme god, who does not distinguish between good and evil, chose to become God rather than Satan,” All Might said solemnly. “This is indeed our good fortune, the good fortune of the endless world.”
Su Han remained aloof and taciturn as always.
This was not unexpected for them; such solitude was the demeanor of a god.
But in reality, Su Han was completely bewildered and didn't say a word. How exactly did things develop to this point?
More importantly... what you're saying actually sounds quite reasonable.