The vast, swirling Origin Flame of Chaos stared down at the man who had summoned it, its single eye wide with disbelief, the fear in its gaze unmistakable.
To it, the man standing below was supposed to be nothing more than a legend, a nightmare long extinguished.
Yet here he was, defying death and staring it down with that same unsettling calm, as though he had never truly been gone.
Without a second's hesitation, a torrent of flames descended from the heavens.
They poured down in a rain of purple fire, each stream illuminating the night sky as it spiraled toward Ye Tian's outstretched hand.
The flames swirled and converged, uniting above his palm in a single, powerful sphere... a dark, undying fire that radiated an intensity beyond mortal comprehension.
It hovered just above his hand, crackling as it recognized the will of its master.
And then, from deep within the flames, came a voice, soft yet filled with an ancient reverence.
"This servant... greets its eternal master."
The words echoed through the air, carrying a tone of solemn loyalty that was impossible to ignore.
In an instant, the aura of chaos... the flame of creation itself... had willingly submitted, reducing itself to the role of a humble servant before Ye Tian.
The Justice Army soldiers, along with every soul who could sense the exchange, stood paralyzed. Shock painted their faces as they processed the unthinkable.
The Origin Flame of Chaos, the primordial force that had once created the universe, had lowered itself to the role of a servant.
It was as though every belief they held, every ounce of faith in the strength of creation itself, had shattered.
The hope they had harbored, the belief that they were on the side of righteous power, flickered and died.
All that remained in their eyes now was a dark resignation... a cold, endless wait for the end that now felt inevitable.
Ye Tian's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes narrowing with contempt as he regarded the flame.
"Hoh? Weren't you just calling me a puny mortal a second ago?" His voice was filled with scorn, each word dripping with the weight of his rage.
"I swear, if you weren't the only tool I have to annihilate this cosmos while making them suffer, I'd extinguish you myself."
A flicker of terror rippled through the flame, the great Origin Flame trembling under the force of his gaze.
It gave a hesitant apology, the voice of chaos itself sounding pitiful as it tried to appease him.
But Ye Tian dismissed it with a cold, unyielding glare, his expression radiating a killing intent so pure and overwhelming that even the flame... chaos incarnate... shrank back in fear.
For he was Ye Tian, the Absolute Demon, the one being feared by gods and mortals alike, the one who bent chaos itself to his will.
Without sparing the flame another glance, he lowered his hand, his gaze drifting over the Justice Army soldiers scattered below.
The dark energy around him surged, wrapping him in a vortex of shadows as his power swelled, filling every inch of space.
He raised his head to the heavens, his voice resonant, filled with an authority that echoed across worlds.
"Now then!" he shouted, his voice booming across the land, the sky, the very fabric of the cosmos.
"The fire show begins!"
With those words, Ye Tian released the full force of his powers.
His aura erupted outward, expanding in a tidal wave of darkness that swept across the universe like a storm, filling every corner of existence with its oppressive weight.
A dense, black energy blanketed the world, descending like a shroud of death, pressing down on everything it touched.
The mortals on the ground felt their lungs constrict, as if the very air had turned solid, each breath an impossible feat under the crushing weight of his presence.
Hidden cultivators, those who had believed themselves powerful, felt their spirits tremble, their very souls weakening under the force of his will.
They could do nothing but bow, their bodies collapsing to the ground as they struggled to breathe.
The aura spread further, reaching out beyond the world, its influence stretching into realms both mortal and divine.
Across the cosmos, hidden sects, celestial palaces, and unseen lands felt the impact as Ye Tian's energy washed over them, choking the life from the stars themselves.
Even the highest beings, entities long hidden from mortal view, shivered under the force that now permeated existence.
And within the heavens, at the very pinnacle of creation, sat Qing Xuan, the one known as the Supreme Creator.
His name was feared across the realms, his power unmatched as he ruled from his throne, the master of the Qingchen Sect and father of Qing Yue.
For centuries, he had considered himself untouchable, the true god of creation.
But now, as Ye Tian's power descended upon the world, even he felt his soul tremble.
Qing Xuan had believed himself secure in his conquest, certain that Ye Tian was nothing more than a memory, a defeated enemy.
Just moments before, he had been celebrating what he believed was the end of the Absolute Demon.
The grand hall had been filled with laughter, the toasts of powerful beings... celestial immortals and the seven other creators, each one raising a glass in honor of what they thought was their ultimate triumph.
But then, he heard it.
A voice that carried through the heavens and earth alike, a voice filled with a darkness that shook him to his core. Ye Tian's voice.
"Now then! The fire show begins!"
Qing Xuan froze, his wine glass slipping from his fingers, shattering as it hit the marble floor.
His mind raced, panic setting in as he tried to comprehend the impossible.
Ye Tian… alive? No, it couldn't be. They had seen to his end personally, had made certain he was eliminated for good.
And yet, here he was, his power filling the universe, his voice echoing across creation.
A suffocating force pressed down on Qing Xuan, the weight of Ye Tian's power bearing down upon him like an iron shroud.
His body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the crushing energy settle over him, making it impossible to move.
The gods, the creators... all of them felt the same suffocating pressure, an invisible hand holding them in place as Ye Tian's power consumed them.
The Supreme Creator's hands shook as he struggled to maintain his composure, his face pale as the realization settled in.
His mind raced, replaying the betrayal, the careful manipulation, the endless plotting that had gone into eliminating Ye Tian.
He had thought himself victorious, had believed he had eradicated the one threat to his power.
But now, that very threat had returned, and his retribution was more terrifying than anything Qing Xuan could have imagined.
With a shudder, he felt Ye Tian's power surge once more, pressing down on him with the weight of a thousand mountains, each ounce of pressure a reminder of the power he had once tried to contain.
Qing Xuan could barely breathe, each breath a struggle as he fought against the force that threatened to crush him.
In the depths of his soul, Qing Xuan felt something he had not felt in eons... a bone-deep terror, the fear of true, impending death.
Around him, the other creators and immortal beings, beings who had once regarded themselves as supreme, crumbled under the same oppressive energy.
Some fell to their knees, their bodies shaking as they fought to remain conscious.
Others clutched at their chests, gasping for air as they felt their power slipping away, swallowed by the darkness that now enveloped the cosmos.
The Supreme Creator's lips trembled as he tried to speak, to rally his followers, but his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible over the crushing silence that had filled the hall.
"This... can't be..." he stammered, his eyes wide with terror.
"We... we were victorious. He... he was supposed to be dead!"
But there was no answer, only the deafening silence that followed as Ye Tian's voice faded, leaving the cosmos in a state of frozen dread.
Across realms, worlds, and dimensions, every living being, from the most insignificant mortal to the highest of immortals, felt the weight of Ye Tian's wrath.
His presence was a storm, a consuming force that filled every inch of space, smothering the light from the stars themselves.
And within that crushing darkness, a single truth became clear to every soul in the cosmos...
The Absolute Demon had returned.
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• Author Note:-
Well yea, ik I'm shameless af for using the same line over and over again :>
But. But. But.
U liked it, no?
I know u liked it!
But yea had to build in the tension.
Anyways keep reading!