Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 60: Ch : The World Kneels Before the Ninth Circle

Ye Tian floated high above the battlefield, his cold, detached gaze scanning the throngs of people below him.

They were gathering now, their faces filled with awe, fear, and confusion.

He had done it... he had finally succeeded in creating the Ninth Circle.

He had regained his original body, a vessel forged to perfection.

Yet, despite the overwhelming power coursing through him, his emotions were anything but jubilant.

"Tch" Ye Tian clicked his tongue in annoyance, his face a mask of pure indifference.

His thoughts, however, were boiling with rage.

"This... this is the so-called pinnacle of mortal realms?" he scoffed internally.

"Weak. Pathetic. At best, it rivals the Nascent Realm, and even that’s being generous!"

The sheer absurdity of it all made him curse the very mana that this world revered.

"I’ve had enough of this shitty mana system" he muttered under his breath, his words like venom.

"Even if I could somehow convert it to qi, it wouldn’t be worth the effort."

He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the frustration bubbling within him.

"No. I refuse to waste any more time in this backwater world." His voice dropped to a cold, determined tone.

"If I’m ever going to return, if I’m going to reclaim what’s rightfully mine, there’s only one option left."

His gaze sharpened, the golden glint in his eyes betraying his resolve.

The main quest of this white-ranked dungeon...

"Save the World by Killing the Apostle of Death"

was laughable at best. A challenge that this world deemed insurmountable, yet to Ye Tian, it was nothing more than a stepping stone.

And if the Apostle of Death existed, then surely, so did the God of Death.

"No Apostle without a God..." he mused, his voice cutting through the howling winds around him.

"And if I take down the God of Death, this whole charade ends here."

His lips curled into a smirk, his next thought echoing with ruthless intent.

"Screw the formalities. I’m not waiting 29 years to get back. It’s time the world learns who its new king is."

Ye Tian raised his hand, and a radiant cerulean glow enveloped it, pulsating with raw mana.

The energy swirled violently, radiating an aura so potent it made the ground tremble beneath him.

The people below stared in awe and terror as Ye Tian unleashed his mana.

A wave of pure, unrelenting power surged outward, rippling across the entire world.

It swept through cities, kingdoms, and remote villages alike. No one was spared from its reach.

Every living being... commoners, warriors, nobles, and even the legendary 8th Circle mages... felt the weight of his power crash upon them like a tidal wave.

"Kneel" Ye Tian commanded, his voice resonating like a divine decree.

And they obeyed.

Even the proudest of warriors, men and women who had never bowed to anyone, fell to their knees.

The 8th Circle mages... those who had once considered themselves untouchable... gasped for air, their faces pale with fear as they realized what this meant.

"Someone..." one mage whispered, his voice trembling.

"Someone has surpassed the Eighth Circle."

The world was drowning in silence, broken only by the sound of labored breathing as Ye Tian’s power suppressed even the strongest of wills.

From his vantage point, Ye Tian felt countless gazes directed at him.

They came from all corners of the world... some full of awe, others filled with terror.

He tilted his head slightly, his expression one of cold indifference.

"Hmph." His black eyes flickered as he looked upward, scanning the skies as if counting stars.

"One... two... three..." he began, his voice carrying across the battlefield.

"...Thirty-seven... Thirty-eight."

His lips curled into a cold smirk.

"So, there are 38 of you who’ve reached the limits of the Eighth Circle, huh?" he remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

"And yet, the world only knows about three of you? Lurkers."

His voice, amplified by his mana, reverberated across the skies.

Those below and those hidden in the shadows heard him loud and clear.

The words sent chills down their spines.

Raising his hand toward the heavens, Ye Tian clenched his fist as if grasping something invisible.

The air grew heavy, and a suffocating pressure enveloped the world.

"Summon" Ye Tian commanded, his voice colder than ice.

The sky responded immediately.

One by one, massive mana circles began to form high above the battlefield.

Each one was unique, glowing with a distinct color that reflected the mage it represented.

The sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of hues, a dazzling yet terrifying display of power.

From these circles, figures began to emerge.

One by one, the 38 mages were dragged from their hiding places, their bodies trembling as they floated helplessly toward Ye Tian.

Their throats bore the same glowing pattern, a mark of Ye Tian’s control.

They clawed at their necks, gasping for air, their faces contorted in pain.

Even the three legendary mages... known as the strongest beings in the world... were powerless.

Ye Tian’s cold, dark eyes scanned the floating figures before him.

"Thirty-five hidden rats... and three so-called legends." He sneered.

"I thought you’d put up a fight, but this? This is disappointing."

The world watched in stunned silence as the 38 most powerful mages were brought to their knees before a single man.

For the first time in history, the true power of the Ninth Circle was revealed.

Ye Tian hovered above them, his black robes billowing in the wind, the golden dragon emblazoned on his chest glinting in the light.

Behind him, the black halo of mana pulsed with an ominous glow, a reminder of his unmatched power.

He raised his hand once more, pointing a single finger toward the mages.

"I’ll give you one chance" he said, his voice calm yet filled with undeniable authority.

"Swear your loyalty to me, or join the rest of the dead."

The silence that followed was deafening.

And in that moment, the world finally understood one undeniable truth...

The Ninth Circle was not just a realm of power. It was a throne.

And Ye Tian sat upon it as king.

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