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.
