Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 67: Ch : God’s Descent

Inside the crumbled remains of the castle, Ye Tian sat cross-legged, entirely absorbed in his task.

His body was tense, his mind concentrated, as he worked to strengthen the delicate thread of mana intertwined with his soul.

His surroundings, the chaos outside, the piercing pressure from the gods... none of it mattered to him. He had placed his absolute trust in one person.

Ye Zhao.

For as long as Ye Zhao stood guard, Ye Tian knew he didn’t need to worry about anything.

"Senior will handle it..." Ye Tian thought.

"He always does."

Yet, despite this faith, doubt crept into his mind.

A sharp voice echoed in Ye Tian’s thoughts, one that he couldn’t silence.

"What if something goes wrong?" it asked.

"What if Ye Zhao’s strength reaches its limit? What if an enemy far beyond what his strength could face was to appear?"

Years of living as the Absolute Demon had ingrained this paranoia deep within him.

For countless lifetimes, Ye Tian had made enemies of kings, cultivators, and even gods.

He had slain them all, their blood staining his hands as he clawed his way to the top.

But in doing so, he had learned one harsh truth...

Even the most unassuming prey could rise up, disguised under the pretense of revenge, and strike at his weakest moment.

And now, as his soul thread grew more intricate and fragile, Ye Tian felt the weight of that truth.

Driven by this unease, he decided to quicken his pace, guiding the mana faster than he should have.

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The delicate balance snapped.

The mana scraped against his soul, and in an instant, it began to unravel.

"Damn it!" Ye Tian cursed, his face twisting in pain.

Blood burstes out from his mouth, followed by streams from his nose, ears, and eyes.

His entire body trembled violently as the foundation of his very existence... his soul... started to crumble.

The intense pain was like a thousand blades stabbing him from within.

"No... not now..." he thought as panic started to seize his mind.

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to hold his soul together through sheer willpower.

But it was slipping.

The damage was too much.

Ye Zhao, still standing guard nearby, noticed immediately.

His eyes darted toward his struggling junior.

Without hesitation, he walked over.

He knelt down beside Ye Tian, he rested one of his hands on Ye Tian’s head.

"Junior..." Ye Zhao said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos.

"You’ve always had a habit of overthinking, haven’t you?"

Ye Zhao smirked slightly, his tone getting teasing yet resolute.

"What are you so afraid of? Death? That doesn’t sound like you."

Ye Tian’s trembling slowed.

Those words hit him harder than any divine weapon could have.

His senior’s gaze was piercing, filled with unshakable confidence.

"Take your time." Ye Zhao continued.

"However long it takes. I’ll be here. As long as I draw breath, I swear on the name of the Sword Demon that not a single speck of dust will get close to you. So stop worrying about the outside world. That’s my job."

The words seeped into Ye Tian’s chaotic mind like water into parched soil.

His racing thoughts slowed.

His heart, once gripped by fear, began to calm.

"Since when... did I start fearing death?" Ye Tian asked himself.

Memories started to flood his mind.

He recalled countless battles where death had loomed over him like a shadow, yet he had faced them all with a grin.

"That’s not me..." he thought, a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Letting out a deep breath, he released his forceful grip on his soul.

His body convulsed as blood gushed out more violently, but his expression was serene.

Ye Zhao watched this transformation and smiled, standing up as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"There you are." he said.

"That’s the Ye Tian I know. The Ye Tian that jumped into the millions of Immortals with a grin on his face just because he wanted to see the Jade Emperor who mocked him for being a Mortal."

Dusting off his knees, Ye Zhao turned and began walking toward the shattered wall of the castle.

With a single leap, he landed atop the tallest tower, his sword resting casually on his shoulder.

His eyes scanned the sky above, where ominous clouds churned violently.

Black and white swirls dominated the heavens, creating an unnatural contrast.

Ye Zhao’s gaze sharpened.

He had known all along that these weren’t mere clouds.

The air around them rippled, bending unnaturally.

Soon, faint cracks began to appear across the sky.

"Spatial interference..." Ye Zhao muttered.

"How pathetic."

From these cracks, streams of golden energy began to pour out, spreading across the island.

The golden streams were concentrated divine mana.

It seeped into the land, into the air, and into everything it touched.

For mortals, divine mana was nothing less than a poison.

As the concentration grew, the effects became devastating.

People beneath screamed in agony as their bodies twisted and broke under its pressure.

Plants withered instantly, and the earth itself began to erode.

"Tch..." Ye Zhao clicked his tongue, his grip tightening on his sword.

"How desperate."

The cracks widened further, and with each new fissure, the flow of divine mana intensified.

From the 108 largest cracks, figures began to emerge.

Ye Zhao counted them silently, his eyes narrowing with each passing second.

"108..." he murmured.

"Here comes the ’dust’."

One by one, deities began to pour out of the fissures.

Each was enveloped in blinding divine energy, their mere presence radiating enough power to crush the weak.

Their voices boomed across the heavens, filled with frustration and fury.

"A mortal dares to defy us?"

"Mortal, your insolence will not go unpunished!"

"This island will be your tomb!"

Ye Zhao smirked, his expression entirely unfazed.

"Took you long enough motherfuckers" he muttered, resting his blade on his shoulder.

The 108 gods surrounded the island in a perfect circle, their combined pressure enough to make the air itself tremble.

For the first time... ever...

the Gods... Themselves... had descended.

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