Apollo stood in absolute silence. The power surging within him was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Before, he had already been a monstrous genius—but now, with three Supre Rules at his command, he had stepped into an entirely new realm of power.
Space.
Fire.
Destruction.
Any one of these rules alone could make soone a legendary existence. But together?
Even he himself wasn’t sure of his limits anymore.
Could he fight against Eternal Gods? The very thought was madness, yet... he had a feeling that weak ones might already be within his reach.
And yet, despite this overwhelming transformation, he was still just a Half-God.
His journey wasn’t over.
The Seventh Turn was only another step. With two more breakthroughs, he would finally step into the realm of a Void God—the threshold of true divinity.
But he knew one thing for certain.
He wouldn’t just be a Void God.
He would be the strongest Void God in existence.
After this, he quickly wanted to check the flas that the unknown seed had blood into. Apollo controlled the flas within him, and instantly, a small ball of black with a hint of golden flas appeared on his hand.
"This clearly sovereign’s fla; it cannot go wrong." Golden Fla Lord appeared right beside Apollo and said excitedly, It, as he looked at the black-golden flas in his hand.
The other two Great Fla Lords and other high-ranking surviving mbers of the Black Fla Sovereign realm also ca and surrounded him. All of them showed excited expressions when they saw the flas, which ans that at least the legacy of Sovereign still remains, and maybe he can be resurrected from these flas.
He looked at the excited expression of the golden fla lord and others but remained calm and looked at the flas in his hand. He felt the three great fla lords should not make a mistake, as they were the sovereign’s own child.
And then he suddenly thought of sothing and beca excited. Could it really be the black lotus fla? Then wouldn’t it an he fulfilled the mission of saving the black fla lotus?
Apollo’s mind raced.
The Black Lotus Fla... could it really be?
If what the Golden Fla Lord and the others said was true—if the fla in his hands was truly the Sovereign’s own—then... didn’t that an he had fulfilled his mission?
He might not have saved the original Black Fla Sovereign, but if he had inherited the Black Lotus Fla itself...
Wouldn’t that be enough?
His return should be possible.
His heartbeat quickened. For the first ti since his arrival in this unknown past, he felt a real sense of hope.
But he forced himself to remain calm.
However, he cannot control his emotions, and just as he is about to see if there are any new updates on his mission in his system, he hears the cold system’s voice.
[Chapter three: Black Lotus Fla]
[Objective - Save the Black Lotus Fla]
Apollo’s breath caught in his throat.
[Status - Completed]
He had done it.
A rush of emotions surged through him—relief, excitent, disbelief. After everything, after facing annihilation, witnessing the fall of an entire realm, and nearly being trapped here forever...
He was going back.
But before he could fully process it, the cold, chanical voice echoed once more.
[Space-ti jump is being issued in ten seconds.]
And the mysterious power of space-ti started to fluctuate around him, which was first noticed by the senior orb, who understood what was going on.
"Looks like it’s your ti to leave." Senior Orb’s world echoed, and he didn’t try to hide it, which was clearly heard by everyone present.
The Fla Lords and the remaining survivors noticed the sudden shift in his aura. The air around him shimred unnaturally as if the very fabric of reality was about to pull him away.
"What?" The Golden Fla Lord’s voice trembled slightly, eyes widening in realization.
The other two Great Fla Lords stiffened.
"Stop it; he, from the beginning, didn’t belong here, and be glad that at least his flas survived." Senior Orb said to calm them.
They were powerful beings, yet at this mont, they were helpless—watching as the only remaining trace of their Sovereign was about to vanish before their eyes.
"Wait!" The Golden Fla Lord reached out as if trying to grasp onto fate itself. But it was no use.
Apollo looked at the three Fla Lords and Senior Orb finally for the last ti.
"Thank you for everything, and goodbye. Maybe in the future, we will et again." With those words, he disappeared from the ti-space.
The mont Apollo vanished, an eerie silence settled over the ruined battlefield.
The black-golden flas he had left behind still flickered, a lingering testant to his presence—yet, he was gone.
"...He didn’t belong here," he muttered, echoing Senior Orb’s words. But that didn’t make it any easier to accept.
Senior Orb, with his ever-composed voice, let out a soft sigh. "At the very least... the Black Lotus Fla has been reborn. That is enough."
The surviving mbers of the Black Fla Sovereign Realm bowed their heads in quiet reverence. They had witnessed a miracle—the rekindling of their Sovereign’s legacy.
Then, the Golden Fla Lord turned toward the place from where he disappeared.
His eyes burned with determination.
"He said we might et again." His voice was steady, filled with conviction.
The other two Fla Lords exchanged glances before nodding.
"Then we will wait," the Golden Fla Lord declared.
On the other side, Apollo felt as if he were drifting through an endless river of ti, the currents pulling him through the vast and unknowable depths of space-ti. He had no sense of direction, no sense of how long he had been travelling—only an infinite, unyielding void surrounding him.
Then—boom!
A powerful force slamd into him, and his vision twisted violently. Reality shattered and reford in an instant.
When the dizziness faded, he found himself standing amidst a familiar ruin.
The Forbidden Infernal Destruction Realm.
Or, more precisely—the remains of the Black Fla Sovereign Realm. He had finally returned.
His eyes narrowed as he took in his surroundings. The Infernal destruction realm was exactly as he had left it before being pulled into the past. Crumbling black stone, scorched earth, and the lingering echoes of annihilation and aura of destruction filled the air.
He didn’t find the small shrine from which he found the system’s fragnt, as it seed to have disappeared.
[Ding...]
[Chapter three: Black Lotus Fla, is being closed...]
[Chapter of Lost World (3% Completion)]
[Reward is being issued...]
....
[Reward- Seed of Destruction is being issued.]
The mont the system’s voice faded, Apollo felt a surge of unimaginable power erupts within him.
Within his soul, a mysterious seed containing the rule of destruction appeared and burst with a powerful aura that instantly rged with his understanding of the rule of destruction.
BOOM!
A terrifying aura exploded outward, the very air trembling under the overwhelming force of destruction. The broken land beneath him cracked further, unable to withstand the sheer weight of the destructive energy.
His understanding of the Rule of Destruction deepened at a monstrous pace. And the uncontrollable wild power of destruction slowly started to beco steady.
The surge of aura was so terrifying that even the land filled with destruction and the aura of the abyss, his power still travelled far, and nurous corrupted beasts and other explorers from the outside also felt that.
Most of them were afraid and tried to move far from this place, but so brave ones started to move towards this direction, thinking so powerful treasure was born.
But Apollo didn’t care as he was busy with the surge of power that lasted only a few monts, but when it settled, his aura had undergone once again a profound transformation.
His golden-black flas flickered wildly before stabilizing, their glow more profound, more absolute. And his understanding of the rule of destruction seed to leave his other two rules and reached the peak of the first layer before stabilizing completely.
The Seed of Destruction had not just rged with his understanding of the Rule of Destruction—it had reforged it, making his control over destruction even more terrifying.
His breath ca out slow, asured.
Too much power. Too fast.
But Apollo’s mind was sharp. He swiftly adjusted, compressing his aura so it wouldn’t recklessly spill outward. Even so, the land beneath his feet continued to crumble; the very laws of the world were being destroyed under his presence.
The seed of destruction within his soul didn’t crumble or disappear, but it remained sturdy, anchoring and maintaining the balanced power of his destruction.
Apollo finally opened his eyes.
A cold, detached gaze swept across the horizon as he felt quite a few auras coming this way.
"Idiots." His voice was indifferent, but the space around him shuddered—the re weight of his will seed to shatter lands.
After all of this, his strength reached a terrifying level; before entering the infernal realm he might feel troubled seeing so many coming towards him, but now it doesn’t matter as they didn’t belong to the sa level at all.
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