Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 68: Ch : Mysterious attack?

Ye Zhao stood atop the castle, his gaze steady and sharp as he observed the gathering of 108 gods.

Each deity was unique, yet their collective aura carried a suffocating pressure.

Some of them resembled humans, clad in intricate golden armor that gleamed against the swirling storm.

Their faces radiated divine authority, their presence screaming perfection, as though sculpted by the cosmos itself.

Others took on beast-like forms, towering over their counterparts with primal might.

Claws, horns, and fangs glinted in the unnatural light, their glowing eyes locked on Ye Zhao with predatory hunger.

There were those who appeared female, their forms accentuated by flowing robes and revealing divine garments, their beauty as dangerous as it was enchanting.

And then there were the gods who had abandoned mortal aesthetics altogether... spirits of astral energy, their translucent forms flickering like stars in a void.

Some carried halos of light, others swirled with darkness.

But no matter their forms, they all bore one unshakable truth.

The gods.

Had descended.

Not one or two.

But 108 gods, in full force.

And all of this was for one reason.

Ye Tian.

As Ye Zhao studied their overwhelming presence, a memory bubbled up from the depths of his mind... a memory that felt eerily similar to this moment.

It was the day Ye Tian had turned 200 years old.

At that time, Ye Zhao had already earned his title, the Sword Demon.

He was a force to be reckoned with, a cultivator whose blade had carved legends into history.

Ye Tian, however, was different.

His fate had been twisted, interfered by forces beyond his control... fate, time, and powers that sought to erase him.

His very existence had been branded as a demon, an anomaly that must be eradicated.

And so, he was hunted.

Ye Zhao remembered it vividly.

Ye Tian had been on the verge of breaking through to Mahayana...

But something had gone wrong.

The breakthrough had failed.

Though Ye Tian managed to save his cultivation, the attempt had clogged his meridians, temporarily severing his connection to qi.

At that moment, the wolves had descended.

The sects and families Ye Tian had once subdued rose in rebellion.

Alliances of powerful sects and elders joined forces, seeking to destroy him while he was at his weakest.

Ye Tian, injured and drained, had fled relentlessly, running for hours with the hounds of vengeance snapping at his heels.

It was then, by sheer coincidence or fate, that he had crossed paths with Ye Zhao.

After seventy years of separation, Ye Zhao had been shocked to see his junior alive... barely.

Ye Zhao, who had just entered Mahayana himself, didn’t hesitate.

He carried Ye Tian to the nearest cave he could find, shielding him as Ye Tian prepared to unclog his meridians and attempt another breakthrough.

"Guard me..." Ye Tian had said back then, his voice weak but resolute.

"No matter what happens outside, don’t let them in."

Ye Zhao had nodded, his trust in his junior was infinite.

For hours, he stood atop the cave, his sword ready. And, just as Ye Tian had warned, his location was soon revealed.

What followed was a massacre.

Countless cultivators, sect elders, and warriors descended upon the cave, their numbers seemingly endless.

Ye Zhao slaughtered them all.

The earth had turned crimson with their blood, forming a lake of carnage beneath his feet.

And in the end, Ye Tian emerged, stronger than ever, his breakthrough complete.

Ye Zhao’s lips curled into a small smirk at the memory.

"Ah, those were simpler times..." he murmured to himself.

But as he glanced at the 108 gods surrounding the island, he felt a pang of bitterness.

"This isn’t like before..." he muttered, the smirk fading.

"I must protect him."

The thought weighed heavily on him.

His musings were interrupted by a sharp pain in his chest.

Ye Zhao’s eyes widened slightly as he looked down.

Protruding from his chest was a long, dark sword.

The blade pulsed with energy... a deep, purplish hue that seemed to consume the very light around it.

Blood spilled from his lips, but it wasn’t red. It was black.

A thick, viscous black that dripped onto the castle stones.

Ye Zhao didn’t turn around.

He didn’t need to.

He already knew.

The deity behind him was no ordinary god.

The being holding the sword stepped forward, its form radiating an unnatural presence.

It was clad in dark blue mage robes that shimmered like the night sky. Its body was made of void itself... a swirling mass of stars and galaxies.

Where its head should have been was a foggy, flame-like void of dark blue energy, flickering ominously.

A cold, hollow voice broke the silence.

"How amusing..." the deity said, its tone almost playful.

"An undead standing beyond my authority. How curious... and how annoying."

The deity raised a hand, rubbing its formless chin in mock contemplation.

"You are no ordinary undead..." it mused.

"Your existence... it’s unlike anything I’ve seen."

Ye Zhao staggered slightly, his vision blurring as the sword drained his strength.

"Damn it" he cursed under his breath.

His breathing grew shallow, and his knees threatened to buckle.

He wanted to warn Ye Tian.

He wanted to shout.

But the words wouldn’t come.

The gods near the boundaries laughed, their voices echoing like thunder.

"Is this the Arrogant Mortal from before?" one mocked.

"Pathetic." another sneered.

But Ye Zhao knew.

The one standing behind him, the one who had pierced his chest, was stronger... This being was stronger than all 108 gods combined.

His energy was fading fast.

He was nearing the end.

Ye Zhao closed his eyes, a deep sense of regret washing over him.

"I’m sorry..." he thought.

"I couldn’t protect you... again."

As he prepared to embrace death, a sudden surge of mana enveloped his body.

The energy was overwhelming, coursing through him like a raging river.

It forced his eyes open, startling him.

The deity holding the sword recoiled slightly, its void-like form flickering.

"What... is this?!" the deity hissed, its cold voice filled with shock.

The gods at the boundary fell silent, their laughter replaced with uneasy murmurs.

A golden aura surrounded Ye Zhao’s body, its radiance cutting through the darkened skies.

And for the first time...

The gods...

Felt fear.

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