Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 71: Ch : God of Death? He’s dead.

His eyes flashed red as his aura flared, sending a wave of energy rippling through the air.

"Shut your damn fucking mouth!" he snarled, his voice laced with venom.

The goddess whimpered, shrinking back as tears streamed down her face.

"Spare you?" Ye Tian repeated, his tone mocking.

"Alright, I’ll spare you... on one condition."

The goddess’s eyes widened with hope.

"Anything! I’ll do anything!"

"How do I summon the God of Death?" Ye Tian asked in a cold and commanding voice.

The goddess hesitated, her lips trembling. She knew the answer, but fear held her tongue.

Finally, she stammered...

"Th-the God of Death... has gone to another dimension. He... he won’t return for another 29 years."

Ye Tian’s expression darkened.

Without warning, he disappeared.

The goddess gasped as she felt something pierce her chest from behind.

Blood gushed from her mouth as she looked down, seeing Ye Tian’s hand protruding through her chest.

His voice came from behind her, cold and unforgiving.

"Isn’t this how you told the God of Shadows to kill my senior brother?"

As her body collapsed, Ye Tian knelt beside her, his hand glowing with dark mana.

"I’m not done yet" he said, pressing his palm against her forehead.

His mana surged into her body, corrupting her from within.

"You wanted to enslave me? To harm those close to me? Pathetic."

The goddess screamed as her body began to dissolve, her golden light fading into nothingness.

Ye Tian stood, clapping his hands together as her form shattered.

"All that remains..." he said, reaching for the crystal left behind...

"is to make good use of this."

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The gods had died.

Their divine forms, which once radiated supremacy over the world had been reduced to ash and whispers of golden dust.

But as the skies cleared of cracks and chaos, the battlefield remained far from peaceful.

The divine mana... the very essence of the gods... refused to dissipate.

Instead, it was absorbed by the earth like poison, inflicting a curse upon the world below.

The ground started to crack and crumble away, transforming into lifeless wastelands.

The lush forests that once surrounded the plains withered and decayed.

Rivers dried up... turning into barren trenches, while the creatures of the land fell lifeless. Their bodies, rotting away at an unnatural speed.

The air thickened, a stench of death spreading far and wide as life itself succumbed to the wrath of divine power.

But Ye Tian didn’t care about any of it.

With the essence extracted from Aria in hand, he began walking forward... his expression calm and detached... as if the rotting world beneath his feet had nothing to do with him.

Behind him, Ye Zhao descended from the sky, his undead form touching the cursed ground without hesitation.

The faint remnants of divine light illuminated Ye Tian, casting his silhouette in an ethereal glow.

Ye Zhao’s lips curved into a faint smile as he watched his younger brother.

Despite the destruction, despite the chaos, Ye Tian remained steadfast.

He seemed almost divine himself, standing there amidst the ruin.

"So..." Ye Zhao called out as he approached, his voice carrying a teasing tone.

"What now?"

Ye Tian stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head slightly, enough to glance at his brother over his shoulder.

A smile... small and unsettling... played on his lips.

"Now?" Ye Tian said, his voice soft yet filled with a quiet menace.

"It’s time to pull the rat out of its cute little hole."

Without waiting for a response, Ye Tian turned and began walking again...

his footsteps unwavering as they carried him toward the towering castle that loomed in the distance... the very place where all of this had begun.

Inside the castle, dozens of unconscious figures lay sprawled across the grand hall.

Thirty 8th-circle mages, their robes still shimmering faintly with residual mana, and one single master-rank knight, Jamie Lionheart, lay motionless among them.

Ye Tian raised one of his hand, releasing a small pulse of mana that shot forward.

The energy expanded, forming a colossal dome-like barrier that encased the entire hall.

The barrier glimmered faintly, emitting a soothing hum as it worked.

It served two purposes... to shield the unconscious individuals from external harm and to replenish their depleted reserves of mana.

Ye Zhao observed this act from a distance, his brows furrowed in slight confusion.

He approached his brother, standing just outside the dome, and tilted his head.

"You’re saving them?" Ye Zhao asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Ye Tian didn’t turn to face him.

"Yes."

"Why?"

Ye Zhao’s question hung in the air, but Ye Tian didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he began walking again, leaving his brother to ponder.

Ye Zhao sighed softly.

He didn’t need a direct explanation.

He had known Ye Tian for too long.

Every move of his was calculated, deliberate, and never without reason.

If Ye Tian chose to save these people, it was because he saw some future purpose in doing so.

"Perhaps saving them is the best option..." Ye Zhao muttered to himself as a faint smirk formed on his lips.

The two brothers continued through the castle’s labyrinthine corridors until they reached its end... a seemingly ordinary wall.

Ye Zhao stopped, glancing at the unremarkable structure before turning to his brother.

"Where now?"

But Ye Tian didn’t answer.

His eyes scanned the wall, analyzing its surface with precision.

Within moments, he raised his hand and touched a specific brick.

"From the Azure Dragon, the seventh brick toward the Vermilion Phoenix..." Ye Tian murmured... his voice carrying an almost nostalgic tone.

"Where the Black Tortoise stands weaker than the White Tiger."

Ye Zhao’s eyes widened slightly, recognition flashing across his face.

It was a riddle... a code they had learned together under their master’s tutelage.

Without hesitation, Ye Tian infused a trace of mana into the chosen brick.

The wall began to tremble, the space around it fluctuating violently as ancient mechanisms activated.

Moments later, the wall shimmered and dissolved, revealing a portal.

The portal was vast, its edges crackling faintly, yet it emitted no energy.

It felt empty... empty in a way that was almost suffocating. It was a void, silent and endless.

Ye Tian stepped forward without hesitation, pausing only briefly to glance back at his brother.

"Let’s go."

Ye Zhao chuckled softly.

"You’ve always been dramatic..." he said, following close behind.

As they passed through the portal, Ye Zhao’s eyes widened.

What lay before them wasn’t just a void... it was the cosmos itself.

They stood amidst the Starry Plains, a realm that mortals often spoke of in myths.

Stars glittered in the infinite blackness, their light weaving intricate patterns with the nebulas and asteroids scattered across the expanse.

To their left, the planet they had just left loomed like a marble, divided into five continents.

Its appearance was meticulous, yet it seemed fragile against the backdrop of the boundless universe.

Ye Zhao floated beside his brother, his expression a mixture of awe and curiosity.

"So, this is the void?"

Ye Tian nodded, his gaze fixed on the wonders surrounding them.

"But... how?" Ye Zhao began, his voice hesitant.

"How are we able to move here? To survive here? Shouldn’t our bodies..."

Ye Tian’s voice cut him off, calm and matter-of-fact.

"Crush? Collapse? Yes, under normal circumstances, they should."

He turned to face his brother, his emerald eyes glinting faintly.

"But this world..." he continued, gesturing around them...

"is created on the concepts of mana. Mana governs everything here, and compared to qi, mana is weak. It’s fragile, unrefined."

"Think of it like this... this place is like a newborn child trying to fight a master of the Mahayana Realm. The space here is the weakest in existence, and even the amount of mana we have in our bodies... 11th-circle mana... is more than enough to protect us from the crushing forces of the void."

Ye Zhao frowned, his undead mind processing the information.

"So, in short, this world is absurdly weak, and yet the people here still complain about how difficult it is?"

Ye Tian smirked.

"Exactly."

After a moment of silence, Ye Zhao turned to his brother.

"So... how do we summon him?"

Ye Tian raised an eyebrow.

"Summon who?"

Ye Zhao sighed.

"The God of Death."

"Oh, him?" Ye Tian said, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Yes. How do we summon him?"

Ye Tian’s smile widened as he turned back to the vast expanse before them.

"He’s already dead."

For a moment, Ye Zhao froze, his mind struggling to comprehend the words.

"Eh?"

The single syllable escaped his lips, carrying all the disbelief he felt.

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