"Hmm, yes," Apollo responded quickly before teleporting to Sol. "Wait here. I have sothing important to take care of, but I’ll return soon."
With that, he followed Severus, who led him to a peculiar restaurant. At first glance, it appeared completely empty, but Apollo’s sharp senses imdiately detected the presence of at least a dozen powerful auras hidden within. His eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed the situation, remaining calm despite the potential danger lurking inside.
"Here please." After that, Apollo calmly sat at the table, waiting for the person to appear.
But he didn’t need to wait long, as a few seconds later, an unknown and very mysterious aura appeared and seed to cover the entire place.
The aura was quite unique and had a certain charm of ti, like an ancient force that he didn’t even feel when God Anaric appeared, but currently, he was feeling this.
As the familiar aura washed over him, Apollo’s thoughts raced. Could it really be her? He wondered, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Slowly, with an almost regal grace, a young woman stepped into view.
Her beauty was otherworldly—her blue eyes sparkling like sapphires as if carved by the goddess of beauty herself. Every movent she made seed calm and deliberate, exuding a natural elegance that commanded attention.
But Apollo stood still, his suspicions growing stronger as this feeling could not be wrong.
"Little brother, we finally t." She smiled, her voice like a gentle breeze, and for a mont, Apollo was taken aback by the sight. Her smile was ethereal, almost otherworldly, like a fairy from ancient myths. Her excitent was palpable, though restrained behind her graceful deanour.
Apollo’s eyes widened slightly as he took in her features, his mind racing to process everything. "Sister Astraea...?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. The figure in front of him, the mysterious older sister he had only heard about in stories and letters, was now standing right before him.
Apollo’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he stared at Astraea. Her presence was overwhelming, not because of the aura of power she exuded but because of the sheer weight of her existence—a mixture of beauty, mystery, and strength that seed to transcend the mortal world.
"Astraea," Apollo repeated, more firmly this ti, trying to ground himself. His family ntioned that his sister was going to co here and wanted to find her but expected her na; he didn’t know anything about her older sister.
She chuckled softly, a sound like the tinkling of delicate bells. "Yes, it’s , Apollo. Your elder sister. I’ve been wanting to et you for a while but didn’t have the appropriate ti to reveal myself." Her words were calm, yet there was an underlying warmth in her voice that soothed his racing heart.
Apollo couldn’t shake the strange feeling welling up inside him. By all logic, he shouldn’t feel any closeness to her—after all, they’d never t before. But sothing about Astraea’s presence, her ethereal beauty, and the serene aura surrounding her tugged at his heart. Was it the connection of bloodline, or was it her goddess-like mysterious aura that made him feel this way? He couldn’t be sure.
Still, one thing was certain—his sister was as mysterious as he had always heard. Just like Pussy King, she seed to exist beyond the grasp of normal understanding, coming and going like a fleeting dream, full of unknowns.
Even with his current strength, which rivalled that of an early-stage half-god, Apollo couldn’t fully see through her. Astraea’s aura was truly unique, almost otherworldly, and the fact that he couldn’t gauge her power only deepened her mystery.
It wasn’t just her presence that stood out; the people surrounding her weren’t weak either. He could feel the intense auras of at least a dozen individuals, three of whom had reached the realm of Saints, with one even at the peak of Saint rank.
For a mont, Apollo couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly she commanded such powerful figures. This only confird what he had always suspected—his elder sister was unusual.
Where the hell they co from and can have such a strong lineup here within the Sky Tower definitely is an absolute force, not weaker than the top ten hegemon forces of the eastern continent, whose young master or leader has occupied the top ten in the ranking.
He cald his thought and looked at her eldest sister as he had so many questions, but where to even begin?
Apollo quickly composed himself, straightening his posture. "I’ve heard a lot about you... but you were always so far away. So I always wanted to et you."
He wasn’t lying, as he was quite interested in his mysterious eldest sister, as he had read many novels where such mysterious figures usually have so extraordinary identity, and looking at the situation, it might be bigger than he expected.
"I also have heard about you, my little brother, the famous genius of the Rhioweth kingdom." She smiled and looked at her brother with a genuine surprise on her face, which was very rare. Even the dozen hidden guys also noticed her expression and couldn’t help but feel unusual.
She couldn’t help it because she didn’t want her brother to be this strong, even though she heard the news about his surprising performance at Hunter City. She didn’t feel this much at that ti, even knowing his true age.
But now, seeing him face-to-face she truly understands how monstrously talented her little brother is.
Apollo, on the other hand, was feeling a bit panicked as his sister’s deep eyes seed to penetrate his hidden secrets, which even half-gods shouldn’t be able to do.
"Tch, little brother, you are really... too strong!" Astraea said, her eyes scanning Apollo carefully as she could feel many laws around him. There was a mix of relief and concern in her voice, as though his strength brought her both comfort and unease.
She felt relieved because her brother was a talent beyond imagination, his growth nothing short of otherworldly. Yet, that sa heaven-defying potential troubled her deeply. She knew that such brilliance would inevitably attract the attention of old, despicable monsters—beings who might lose their sanity at the thought of soone so gifted.
"You’re going to attract more than just admiration, my little," she continued, her tone softening with worry. "There are forces out there that won’t take kindly to soone like you."
"Take this," Astraea said, her voice steady as she pulled out an ancient parchnt from the folds of her robe. "Consider it my gift, since it seems there’s not much you need with your current strength in Sky City."
The parchnt emitted a strange and powerful aura, humming with the presence of a mysterious and complex law. Apollo could feel it imdiately—a weird energy, ancient and profound, unlike anything he’d encountered before. He instinctively knew that this was no ordinary item.
"What is this?" Apollo asked, his eyes narrowing as he reached out to take the parchnt, carefully examining the strange words and markings on its surface.
"It’s a secret law technique," Astraea continued, her voice low but clear, "that will allow you to hide your aura, strength, and even your foundation. If you manage to fully comprehend it, you’ll be able to conceal yourself even from the heavenly laws themselves."
Apollo’s eyes widened slightly, as he grasped the powerful hiding function of this secret law technique. A technique that could let him hide from the heavens? That was truly an extraordinary secret technique.
Astraea nodded, her expression serious. "Yes. It’s a safeguard. In your journey, you will inevitably draw the eyes of powerful beings—so of whom will see you as a threat and others as a potential target. This technique will give you a chance to evade detection, to remain in the shadows while you grow even stronger."
As he examined the parchnt, Apollo felt a tingling sensation ripple through him, almost as if the technique were alive, pulsing with latent energy. The intricate symbols and runes seed to shimr under his touch, each stroke resonating with the depths of the unique mysteries of nothingness.
As he glanced at the parchnt, the words and symbols beca alive, and imdiately a secret technique filled with mysteries appeared in his mind, and he imdiately started to understand the hidden truth within it.
Astraea didn’t bother him and waited calmly, for him to understand and open his eyes.
In less than a minute, Apollo’s aura had beco ethereal and mysterious, and then—for a fleeting mont—completely vanished. Even the powerful saints and experts hidden nearby could no longer sense his presence. It was as if Apollo had ceased to exist, standing before them like a shadow in plain sight, unnoticed by all.
"Szzz... Szzz..."
The air humd softly as his aura returned, but this ti, there was sothing different. He seed almost... ordinary. The extraordinary and terrifying strength that once clung to him like a mantle of power was masked. Right now, in their eye, he was just another person with no trace of the might that lurked beneath the surface.
Astraea’s eyes widened in surprise, though her smile deepened with satisfaction. "You really are sothing else, little brother," she murmured, watching as Apollo effortlessly grasped the essence of the technique.
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