Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 72: Ch : The Dead God Lives

"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.

*****

Ye Zhao froze in disbelief while his undead heart sank trying to process Ye Tian’s words.

"The God of Death... is dead?" he asked in a voice that was almost breaking from the absurdity of the statement.

"Then why the hell are we here? Why are we in the Starry Plains, in this godforsaken void?"

Frustration surged within him as his gaze sharpened, fixing on Ye Tian with a glare so cold and murderous that it could have turned the void itself into dead fish.

Ye Tian couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly as he felt the intensity of that glare.

"You’re glaring at me like you’re about to say... ’Omae wa mou shindeiru’..." he muttered with a faint smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don’t test me baka" Ye Zhao shot back.

"Explain. Now."

Sighing, Ye Tian turned to face him fully, his demeanor shifting into something more serious.

"It’s true..." he began.

"The God of Death is dead. Completely. But at the same time..." He paused, letting his words hang in the air.

"...he’s alive as well."

Ye Zhao blinked, his confusion deepening.

"What the hell does that even mean? How can someone be dead and alive at the same time?"

Ye Tian’s lips curled into a cryptic smile.

"The dead God of Death..." he said softly, his tone almost amused.

"I’ve seen him before."

"What?!" Ye Zhao’s voice rose sharply in disbelief.

"When?"

Ye Tian merely nodded, his eyes glinting with an enigmatic light.

"You’ll see him soon..." he said while stepping forward with purpose.

"Our final boss is about to make his appearance."

Before Ye Zhao could demand more answers, Ye Tian tossed the essence orb into the air.

It floated weightlessly, suspended in the zero-gravity void of the Starry Plains.

Ye Tian extended both hands, and immediately, mana began to surge around him like a raging tide.

One after another, mana circles appeared across his body, glowing with a brilliance that outshone the distant stars.

They formed intricate patterns, covering every inch of his form, from his feet to his crown.

Even more circles began to materialize in the space around him... above his head, in front of his eyes... aligning themselves as if to stabilize his immense power.

Ye Zhao watched in awe, his undead heart stirring at the sight.

Ye Tian stood like a god reborn, his figure radiating dominance and determination.

The mana that Ye Tian gathered wasn’t ordinary.

It was divine.

It was dense, almost tangible, and carried the essence of every form of energy.

It was a chaotic combination of raw mana, divine energy, and concentrated power, woven together with precision.

He began threading the mana into delicate strands, weaving them with painstaking care.

The threads twisted and bound together, forming a structure that seemed both fragile and indestructible.

Slowly but surely, the most basic mana circle began to take shape.

A small, unassuming circle hovered in his hands.

It looked simple... too simple... but its presence was anything but.

Just gazing at it was enough to make one feel as though their very soul was being hollowed out.

Ye Zhao could only stare, his amazement growing.

How had his brother managed to refine his mana manipulation to such an extraordinary degree in just a week?

Finally, Ye Tian exhaled, his voice cutting through the silence of the void.

"0-Circle spell: Infinite Hollow... Interdimensional Summon."

The mana circle began to glow, its faint light growing brighter and brighter as it spun like a wheel in his hands.

The energy it demanded was immense, and Ye Tian had no choice but to feed it his own mana, letting it drain him at an alarming rate.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing grew heavy.

The strain was evident, but he didn’t falter.

Just as the mana circle’s hunger became unbearable, a hand rested gently on his shoulder.

The pressure on Ye Tian’s body eased immediately, halved by the unexpected yet familiar presence beside him.

He glanced to his side, his eyes widening slightly as he saw Ye Zhao standing there.

His brother’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Didn’t I tell you?" Ye Zhao said, his voice calm and reassuring.

"You’re not alone, brother."

Ye Tian’s lips curved into a faint smile, and he turned his attention back to the ritual.

"That’s right..." he thought to himself.

"I’m not alone anymore."

With renewed resolve, he poured the last of his strength into the mana circle, channeling every ounce of energy he had.

The mana circle began to glow with an intense white light, its radiance so pure that it seemed to erase the surrounding darkness of the void.

It spun faster and faster, its speed blurring its edges until it appeared as a solid, luminous wheel.

Then, without warning, a beam of light shot forth from the circle, its trajectory perfect and unyielding.

The beam struck the essence orb, shattering it into countless golden fragments.

The explosion of golden energy was instantaneous, spreading like a wildfire across the entirety of the Starry Plains.

It engulfed everything in its path, transforming the void into a sea of shimmering gold.

Ye Tian and Ye Zhao, who had been utterly drained just moments ago, found themselves revitalized.

The golden light seeped into their bodies, restoring their strength and mending their exhaustion.

They stood together, watching the beautiful spectacle unfold.

The Starry Plains had become a canvas of divine light, an awe-inspiring sight that neither of them would forget.

But amidst the beauty, Ye Tian’s eyes sharpened, his gaze catching something in the distance.

"Senior Brother..." he said, his voice cutting through the silence.

Ye Zhao turned to him.

"What is it?"

"You wanted to see where that bastard was, right?" Ye Tian asked as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

Ye Zhao raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

Ye Tian smirked.

"Alright then. Watch closely."

He raised his hand, counting down with deliberate slowness.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

The moment his countdown ended, an overwhelming pressure descended upon them.

It was immense, suffocating, and undeniable.

The golden clouds that had filled the Starry Plains parted abruptly, swept away by the sheer force of the presence that now dominated the void.

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