Reaching the Pillar of the Sky, Aaron placed his hand on its golden surface. For a brief mont, nothing happened. The silence grew oppressive, as though the pillar itself were assessing the depth of his power and foundation.
Then, with a sudden burst, the first light ignited.
One.
Before the crowd could react, the second light followed.
Two.
The pulses ca faster now, like the crackle of thunder splitting the sky.
Three.
Four.
The fourth pulse blazed with such intensity that the entire arena was montarily bathed in radiant light. Trialists shielded their eyes, and a murmur of awe swept through the crowd.
"Could he reach Fifth?"
The crowd’s anticipation peaked as the golden pillar hesitated, then pulsed again.
Fifth!
The air grew electric, quite literally, as Aaron’s aura resonated with the pillar.
The cold, chanical voice echoed across the arena:
"Fifth floor."
A wave of shocked gasps and cheers erupted. Trialists exchanged astonished glances, acknowledging Aaron’s remarkable achievent. As there are not many who have joined the fifth floor.
Master Aaron removed his hand from the pillar and had a smile on his face as he was satisfied with his result. It had to be ntioned he was considered the weaker side of the trialists, but with such a result, he surpassed 99% of the trialists instantly.
Apollo couldn’t help but smile faintly as he watched his master. He truly surprised him; it seems his master talent is quite impressive; even on this current grand stage, he didn’t lose to most of them.
After this, Mrs. Alyona also took her test and, surprisingly, joined the fourth floor. Even Idris from their kingdom of Rrioweth displayed remarkable talent and also secured a place on the fourth floor, making their small group stand out.
Now, among them, only Apollo and Pussy King had yet to take their tests.
With ti, monstrous geniuses started to appear that made the pillar glow with six or even seven bright lights, shocking all the trialists.
Finally, after so ti, it was Apollo’s turn, which attracted everyone’s attention. The crowd beca silent and looked eagerly, not wanting to miss the mont.
He is famous as he was among the major geniuses who left a deep impact, not to ntion all the geniuses who were ranked by the list of trialists perford extrely well, so reaching the seventh floor.
Although still Jas had the highest record, that doesn’t an others didn’t expect to reach that level.
Apollo stepped forward with an unhurried gait, his tall figure and mysterious aura commanding the attention of everyone present. The silence in the arena was palpable as all eyes focused on him.
Reaching the golden pillar, Apollo stopped and gazed at it for a mont, his expression unreadable. For a brief instant, he seed to release a quiet pressure as though the entire arena revolved around him.
Taking a steady breath, he extended his hand and placed it on the pillar.
The First Light
The pillar shone almost instantly, a golden brilliance that seed to acknowledge his extraordinary foundation.
Second.
Third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
The aura around Apollo intensified, his calm expression unchanging. The golden pillar paused for a mont, as though weighing his worth before it pulsed once more.
The Sixth Light.
This glow was radiant, dazzling even the mysterious figures floating above. So exchanged glances; their interest piqued.
The Seventh Light.
The arena fell completely silent. The seventh pulse left everyone stunned—Apollo had joined the ranks of the most elite trialists so far, standing on par with the monstrous geniuses who had appeared earlier.
But it was far from over, as the brightness of the Sky Pillar didn’t diminish at all but increased, and quickly, the eighth glow appeared, shocking all, even the Domain Lord.
Yet it wasn’t over, as the Apollo’s potential seed limitless, and the glow on the pillar continued to increase.
The Ninth Light.
Now, the air grew thick, almost suffocating. So trialists fell to their knees, overwheld by the sheer energy emanating from the pillar. Yet, Apollo’s hand remained firmly on the pillar, and the glow only continued to grow.
Tenth Light.
The golden brilliance turned blinding, forcing many to shield their eyes. Even the mysterious figures in the sky showed visible reactions—so stepping closer, others murmuring among themselves.
"Soone finally reached the tenth floor after seventy thousand years!"
But it wasn’t over.
Eleventh Light.
The crowd erupted into chaos, their disbelief reaching its peak.
Victor’s calm facade cannot be maintained anymore and finally cracked, his eyes narrowing as a shocked expression appeared on his face. Even if he sohow expected the tenth glow, the eleven broke his mind. But the bright glow didn’t dim, and quickly it shone again.
The Twelfth Light.
At this point, the pillar itself seed alive, pulsing with an otherworldly rhythm. The space quaked, and cracks appeared in the ground beneath Apollo’s feet. The energy was no longer confined to the pillar—it spread across the sky, painting it in streaks of gold and silver.
"This is impossible!" One of the mysterious leaders in the sky couldn’t control and shouted. But the pillar seems to flicker as it seems to be trying to push upwards, making them feel unimaginable as if they were going to see the birth of sothing unfathomable and unbelievable.
Boom!
The Thirteenth Light.
With a deafening roar, the pillar erupted in a blinding column of light, reaching into the heavens. The air vibrated with a power that seed to transcend ti and space. Trialists, mysterious figures, even Victor himself—no one could look directly at the pillar now.
The aura of Sky Pillar seed to tear through the very layer of the world, distorting space-ti. Its aura was so potent that unimaginably ancient beings, existing beyond the bounds of ti and space, began to awaken.
In a distant realm shrouded by countless stars, a figure stirred from slumber. Slowly, the figure opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through space-ti itself, locking directly onto the place where Apollo was undergoing his test.
"Finally, after waiting for countless aeons, the ti has co; the tenth divergent has arrived." The mysterious figure seems to be talking to himself.
"Tell the fifth to take care of him." The mysterious voice penetrated space-ti, and then he seed to make his move, and then instantly, the mysterious aura because of Apollo’s test disappeared, and only the eternal calmness remained as it closed his eyes again.
At that ti, with the space of Sky Tower, the chanical voice, for the first ti, seed to falter as it spoke:
"Thirteenth floor."
The energy began to recede, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. The pillar dimd, its once-immaculate surface now faintly cracked, as though it had pushed beyond its limits to asure Apollo’s potential.
Domain Lord Victor was the most shocked, as he knew sothing that most mbers didn’t know and the reason why he attached more importance to Rion.
According to legend, a million years ago, a prodigy from Rion caused the Sky Pillar to shine with a thirteenth light, sending unimaginable shockwaves through the ancient beings of the Sky Tower.
Naturally, this event made every Domain Master ruling the Velnoria Galaxy pay close attention to Rion’s trials. Rion also did not disappoint them, as countless powerful warriors erged over the millennia. Many of them had already ascended to beco influential figures on various floors of the Sky Tower.
Victor raised a hand, silencing the crowd. "Today, history has been made," he declared, his voice ringing out across the arena.
But the mont he was about to say sothing, space and ti froze. Everyone seed to have stopped; only Apollo seed unaffected but was shocked seeing this unbelievable sight.
Before he could process further, an unknown figure erged from the heavens. At first, it was no more than a faint ripple in space, a distortion so subtle it might have gone unnoticed. But within monts, the ripple widened, and a being descended—a being whose very presence seed to warp reality.
The figure was cloaked in a robe of shimring silver, its surface reflecting countless stars and galaxies. Their features were obscured by a faint, radiant light, but an overwhelming aura of authority emanated from him. Each step he took toward Apollo seed to echo across dinsions, resonating with a power that transcended comprehension.
Apollo instinctively stepped back, his heart pounding. "Who... are you?" he managed to ask, his voice steady despite the extraordinary pressure filling the air.
The figure stopped a few paces before him. His calm and resonant voice carried an unfathomable weight.
"I am vtharion, Keeper of Records," the figure began, their tone as steady as the pulse of the universe itself. He paused, letting the gravity of their words settle over Apollo. Then, unexpectedly, the faintest trace of a smile appeared in their radiant aura.
"But you can call Fifth Brother."
Apollo’s eyes widened, the revelation catching him completely off guard. "Fifth... Brother?" He echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. The disparity between the title "Keeper of Records" and the casual familiarity of "Fifth Brother" left him montarily speechless.
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