Inside the crumbled remains of the castle, Ye Tian sat cross-legged, entirely absorbed in his task.
His body was tense, his mind concentrated, as he worked to strengthen the delicate thread of mana intertwined with his soul.
His surroundings, the chaos outside, the piercing pressure from the gods... none of it mattered to him. He had placed his absolute trust in one person.
Ye Zhao.
For as long as Ye Zhao stood guard, Ye Tian knew he didn't need to worry about anything.
"Senior will handle it..." Ye Tian thought.
"He always does."
Yet, despite this faith, doubt crept into his mind.
A sharp voice echoed in Ye Tian's thoughts, one that he couldn't silence.
"What if something goes wrong?" it asked.
"What if Ye Zhao's strength reaches its limit? What if an enemy far beyond what his strength could face was to appear?"
Years of living as the Absolute Demon had ingrained this paranoia deep within him.