In the endless silence of a world now void of life, Ye Tian drifted alone.
He floated through the empty cosmos, his form suspended as though he were resting on an invisible sea.
His arms lay crossed behind his head, one leg resting lazily over the other, his eyes closed.
His breath was steady, calm, yet behind that exterior lay a depth of silence that no soul could fathom.
There was no light in this realm.
With no stars, no suns, no worlds, and no life, all that existed was the faint, almost ghostly glow that seemed to linger around him... a shadow of the power he had once wielded.
The celestial energy that had once flowed through realms and heavens had vanished.
Without mortals to sustain belief and faith, the heavenly daos had ceased to exist.
Every divine law, every rule that once governed the universe, had withered into nothingness, leaving only the Absolute Demon adrift in an endless, quiet void.
As he drifted, he couldn't shake the gnawing emptiness that grew within him.
Only moments ago, he had stood within a bustling city filled with life, a place celebrating his marriage.
He could still hear the faint echoes of laughter, the scent of flowers that had once filled the air, the warm light of candles that had bathed the streets.
The memory was bittersweet. He had always known it would end this way... had even foreseen it.
And yet, some quiet part of him had hoped that, just maybe, things would be different.
In the solitude of the void, his memories became his only company, flickering to life with a clarity that felt almost tangible.
And in the depths of his loneliness, he began to speak, his voice low, carrying words that emerged unbidden from the emptiness inside him.
"In silence, I stand, the lone light in the night,
A shadow adrift in a world without sight.
Once boundless and brimming, a cosmos alive,
Now dust in my hands, no soul left to thrive."
His words hung in the air, absorbed by the endless dark. There was no one to hear him, no reply to give comfort or understanding.
But for Ye Tian, the words held a weight, as if they were his only means to fill the silence.
He continued, his voice softer now, almost a whisper.
"I have taken it all; the stars bow to none,
For I am the end, the unsparing one.
Yet here in the stillness, the dark, the unknown,
I feel the weight of a throne made of stone."
The words seemed to resonate through him, his memories flickering with every verse.
His mind wandered back to the faces of those he had ruled, the ones who had looked to him with fear, awe, and devotion.
Once, he had been everything to them... a god, a king, a conqueror who wielded absolute power.
He had claimed victory after victory, his strength unmatched, his legend immortal.
Yet here he was, with nothing left to conquer, no worlds left to subdue, no one left to praise or curse his name.
His lips twisted into a faint, bitter smile as he continued, a note of irony creeping into his voice.
"They called me a god, a demon, a king,
With whispers and screams that I made them sing.
But now there is quiet... no plea, no breath...
Only echoes of power, of life turned to death."
The faint glow around him seemed to pulse, flickering as though it too mourned the emptiness around them.
His mind, unbidden, began to replay memories of his ascent... the brutal battles, the foes he had crushed, the worlds he had claimed.
He could still see their faces, the fleeting looks of admiration, fear, and hatred.
Once, they had filled him with pride, with a sense of purpose. Now, they felt like ghosts, haunting him in the silence.
He breathed out, feeling the vast emptiness press against him from all sides. His voice grew softer, a note of sorrow lacing his words.
"I wielded the flames that chaos had sown,
Watched galaxies flicker and fade, overthrown.
A king without subjects, a conqueror's curse,
To rule over nothing, for better or worse."
The silence thickened, his words swallowed by the void, leaving only the heavy quiet that settled back into place.
He had done it.
He had destroyed everything, reduced the universe to ashes, and now stood at the peak with no one beside him, no one to share in his triumph... or his fall.
"O stars that I shattered, O worlds I unmade,
In seeking dominion, what price have I paid?
Is this my reward, this hollow expanse,
An endless abyss, devoid of all chance?"
For a moment, he closed his eyes, and the memories of his journey flashed through him... every victory, every betrayal, every soul he had taken.
He saw the faces of his most loyal servants, the ones who had followed him without question, who had stood beside him until the very end.
He saw the faces of his enemies, the rivals who had fallen at his hands, each one a step toward his ultimate goal.
Yet none of it felt real anymore... it was as if he had spent a lifetime climbing a mountain only to find emptiness at the summit.
"In chaos, I'm born; to chaos, I bend,
But what is a journey that finds no end?
For power has weight, and glory a cost,
In ruling the void, was it I who was lost?"
The question lingered in his mind, reverberating through the empty space around him.
He had sacrificed everything to reach this point.
Yet, in the silence, he couldn't escape the nagging thought that perhaps it was not the worlds he had destroyed, but himself.
He sighed, his eyes opening to the endless black expanse around him.
The memories continued to flicker in his mind, clearer than they had ever been.
He remembered the first moments of his journey... how he had once been nothing more than a mortal, a simple soul on Earth who had been cast into a world of gods and monsters.
"That day..." he murmured, his voice softer, lost in memory.
"The day I was cast into the unknown. I was nothing, just a mortal, and yet... fate twisted."
His mind wandered further back, to the days when he had clawed his way to power, each victory a stepping stone to the next.
He had made allies and enemies, had risen above all, and attained the title of Absolute Demon.
Through blood, betrayal, and darkness, he had become a force so mighty that even the heavens had bowed to him.
And yet, here he was, alone in the void he had created.
"Is this all there was meant to be? A void born from the chaos I wielded?" he whispered, his voice swallowed by the silence.
The memory of his final moments on Earth flickered through his mind, the life he had left behind, the innocence he had sacrificed.
He could still remember it clearly... the world of mortals, the mundane lives, the simplicity of existence that he had once taken for granted.
In a way, he wondered if that simple life, so ordinary, so full of limitations, might have held more meaning than this infinite emptiness he had crafted for himself.
For a moment, the faintest hint of regret crossed his mind... a quiet thought buried beneath layers of power and pride.
But just as quickly, it vanished, leaving only the quiet determination that had always driven him.
"I chose this path. I became what no one else could, what no one else dared to be. And if this is the end, so be it. I am Ye Tian, the Absolute Demon, the conqueror of existence."
Yet even as he spoke the words, they rang hollow in the silence, the void pressing in on him like an endless night that held no dawn.
And so, he drifted onward, alone in the darkness, a king with no kingdom, a god with no believers, a demon with no more lives to take.
He was an emperor of nothingness, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of his own making.
As he floated through the void, his memories his only companion, the words he had spoken continued to echo in his mind, lingering in the silence, reminding him of what he had once been, and of the endless, eternal nothingness that now lay before him.