The Epoch Lord didn’t dodge. He raised his palm slowly, calmly, like he was curious rather than threatened.
Apollo’s fist struck.
And for the first ti—
The Epoch Lord slid back.
Just a step. Just one.
But on this battlefield of will and distorted laws, even a single step was enough to make the stars dim.
"...Interesting," the Epoch Lord whispered, eyes gleaming. "It’s been a very, very long ti since I had to move."
His palm bled faintly—a single line of divine ichor. But his smile widened, not with arrogance... but with satisfaction.
"You are the thirteenth... But perhaps you may beco the first."
He raised both hands this ti. The entire void stirred, and infinite laws bent toward him. Order and chaos danced at his fingertips.
"Then—show what makes you think you can defy even the Epoch."
He was a bit surprised, as his rule of destruction didn’t instantly defeat his opponent. His expression beca serious, as it appeared he had to go all out this ti.
Knowing this, he took out his sword, and an aura of mysterious ethereal eternal sword aura started to perate the space.
"Oh." The mysterious opponent expression also showed a surprised expression, as from the sword aura he felt a mysterious power that even he had never felt before.
The void stilled for a mont, as if the entire universe had paused to witness what would unfold.
Apollo’s sword humd softly, yet in that sound was the lody of ending worlds and forgotten eras. The Eternal Sword Rule that flowed around him wasn’t just sharp—it cut through destiny, fate, and even the illusions of ti. It shimred with a silver-gold brilliance that made the stars themselves dim in comparison.
The Epoch Lord, for the first ti, narrowed his eyes seriously.
He stepped forward, no longer smiling. His aura surged, no longer playful but regal, ancient, and commanding—like a will that had once ruled the laws themselves.
From behind his back, a staff materialised—shaped of crystallised ti and void power.
"Co."
With that said, both of them made their move: Apollo Eternal Sword Rule and Void Rule, the power of the Tower Master Epoch.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Their attack booth containing terrifying rules collided. It was usually impossible for void god level to fight using rules, but right at the mont, two such monsters were fighting one another.
Every ti they collide, they destroy space and create space turbulence strong enough to destroy a peak true god if they just get caught in the aftermath.
In fact, their strength has surpassed early-stage eternal gods at the mont.
The void itself twisted, unable to contain the might of their duel. Epoch Lord’s staff wove through realms of space and shadow, bending the flow of existence itself with each strike. Apollo’s Eternal Sword Rule, imbued with an ancient brilliance that defied decay, t the staff blow for blow—each clash igniting blinding bursts of lawfire.
Cracks ran across the island they stood on, each footstep causing it to distort, split, and reform.
The Epoch Lord’s gaze sharpened. "You’ve reached the edge of the Void God realm that no one ever achieved."
In fact, after he collided with Apollo, he knew that he had surpassed him, as even though his current realm was a void god realm, the ans and understanding of rules weren’t that of a void god realm as an ancient being with mories.
This stage was ant to be impossible, and yet soone right now was at the verge of clearing it.
"Sixteenth sword – Eternal destruction!"
Apollo roared as his aura reached its peak, and the Eternal Sword Aura, filled with the Rules of Destruction, rged and created a brilliant and destructive sword.
The void quaked.
When Apollo raised the Sixteenth Sword – Eternal Destruction, even the fractured remnants of space around them recoiled as if in fear. It wasn’t just power—it was finality, like the end of all things had taken form in that radiant blade. The sword wasn’t just glowing; it was devouring light itself, pulling it in, twisting existence around its edge like a black hole wrapped in divine radiance.
The Epoch Lord’s staff trembled in response, the ancient laws bound within it reacting instinctively to the threat.
"This..." he murmured, almost reverently, "This is not sothing that should be understood by Void god."
But it did.
And Apollo wielded it with terrifying ease.
"Cut." The word left Apollo’s mouth softly, almost lazily.
But the mont he moved, the world itself split.
The void was cleaved in two.
The staff t the sword mid-arc—and shattered.
The blow didn’t just break the Epoch Lord’s weapon. It tore through his defences, through the binding laws of the space they stood on,
Like a sword that didn’t stop at flesh but continued cutting into what you were.
The Epoch Lord was sent crashing back, spinning through layers of dinsional folds until he finally skidded to a stop, kneeling on one knee.
A silence followed.
Not stunned, not fearful. Reverent.
Then...
He laughed.
Long and low, a deep, ancient sound that echoed through the void.
"So this... this is what I’ve been waiting for."
He slowly stood, the fractured pieces of his staff evaporating into mist behind him. His aura dimd, not in defeat, but in recognition.
"You’ve surpassed the limitations of Void God. You’ve touched the forbidden sword rule that seems to be beyond the universe. You’re already sothing else, boy. A being that shouldn’t exist in this age."
Then the Tower shuddered—not in pain, but as if it too recognised Apollo’s arrival.
The Epoch Lord smiled; his voice was filled with sothing like joy.
"Congratulations... The very first person to clear the eighth floor."
And with that, he vanished into stardust. Apollo stood alone once more.
The void parted—revealing a stairway of light leading to the final, ninth floor.
The last trial awaited.
Outside, the results were also imdiately displayed as the mysterious and ancient list seed to burst out, and Apollo’s na among the thirteen nas reached the top.
The golden list blazed with divine brilliance.
Countless beings from the three universes looked up. All turned toward the Tower of Epoch.
As they were the only na visible on the [Tower of Epoch – True Record List] that previously only contained twelve people, and with Apollo’s entry changed to thirteen, they reached the top of it, leaving the other twelve behind.
Creating an unprecedented history that has never happened since the creation of the Tower of Epoch.
Whispers echoed through the stars.
From distant realms, from the deepest voids, from hidden sanctuaries where even ti dared not trespass—ancient beings stirred.
Because that na—Apollo—did not just enter history. He rewrote it.
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