Apollo, on the other hand, calmly and slowly went towards the path that led to the ninth floor. He didn’t know what he faced, as the eighth floor already pushed him to the limits, and even using fire and space rules, his strength wouldn’t increase much, so he had to be careful about it.
As Apollo walked the radiant path toward the final trial—the Ninth Floor—the very air seed to shift around him. There was only silence. A silence so profound it felt like the universe itself was watching... and holding its breath.
The sky above the path turned darker with every step he took, not with shadow, but with depth. Stars flickered, not in patterns of constellations, but as drifting remnants of forgotten realms. The path under his feet gradually dissolved into strands of golden light, unravelling behind him—no retreat.
"What will the Ninth Floor be?" he wondered.
His instincts scread at him—it wouldn’t just be another fight.
At last, the path ended. Before him was a massive gate, infinitely tall, made not of tal or stone but woven out of destiny itself. Each thread was a glimpse into a possible future, so glorious, so tragic, so so alien that his mind couldn’t comprehend them.
Then—
The gate began to open.
Boom!
He instantly felt mysterious power within, and suddenly a seed appeared in his mind, which seed to stir the seed of destruction within his mind.
Apollo was shocked, as the seed was just like the seed of destruction he received from the system, but the aura and mystery it released seed different and was more mysterious.
The seed seed to awaken, and instantly he felt enlightennt. With this he seed to start to understand the mysterious power within the seed.
It was sothing he never experienced, as it wasn’t so elent or sothing, but shockingly, it was the power of ti. The rules of ti.
He stood frozen at the edge of the ninth gate, his breath shallow, heart steady, but mind ablaze.
Within his soul, the mysterious seed of ti pulsed—subtle and ethereal—so ancient and profound that it made even the rules of destruction within him feel like newborn flas beside an eternal star. The mont it stirred, the destructive seed within his core trembled.
He saw—monts unravelling.Futures yet unwritten. Pasts never lived. Choices never made.
It was the first whisper of the Rules of Ti.
No longer a re elental or conceptual rule, but the primal thread of all causality and existence.
"...So this is what it ans to touch the flow of ti."
His voice was low, reverent. The seed of ti cald down, but he was still shocked by the difficulty of ti rules, as even with the help of the ti seed, he still didn’t break through the barrier of the first layer rules of ti.
He just reached the peak of the 99% law of ti. However, even then he felt the mysterious power of ti. Not only that, but this also gave him so hints for his future improvent of the Eternal Sword rule.
Even though he didn’t reach the first layer of rule, still just with the power of the rule of ti, his strength increased. With its support, all his qualities improved many tis.
As he was thinking about his increased strength and mysteries of ti, the space around him changed, and he appeared in an empty hall.
Seeing this, he looked around in alertness, as he didn’t know what he was going to face on this last floor. But even after a few minutes, nothing happened, making him feel confused.
Just as he furrowed his eyebrows, the ti seed to stop, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. However, the person wasn’t soone unknown, as it was soone he had just t.
He was none other than the Lord Epoch whom he just defeated just now. However, the aura between before and now was different from heaven and earth. Currently he felt like an ant in front of Lord Epoch’s aura, clearly showing it was completely different.
The pressure was suffocating—like standing beneath a collapsing star or before the gaze of ti itself. Apollo instinctively tensed, his instincts warning him that this version of the Epoch Lord wasn’t soone he could contend with. Not yet.
The Lord Epoch stood tall, expression unreadable, eyes reflecting countless ages, stars, and forgotten eras. He wasn’t smiling now. Not with amusent, at least.
"I must comnd you," the being finally spoke, his voice quieter than before, yet every word echoed across the hall like a decree. "You’ve surpassed ."
"At least in the void god realm, I believe you are the strongest human ever."
Apollo remained silent, waiting.
"What you fought was only a mory," the true Epoch Lord said. "A sliver, bound into the Tower of Epoch to test Void Gods. It has more experience and an understanding of so rules. And yet... you still won."
So that was just... a fragnt? A mory?
The difference between them now was like heaven and earth. And yet—even that mory of Epoch Lord, a phantom bound by ti and space, had nearly forced Apollo to his limits.
"You have walked far, young one," he said. "Beyond what any Void God should be capable of."
He took a step forward, and reality trembled.
"But perhaps... you are proof that even the impossible can fracture."
Then, he raised a hand—not to attack, but to offer.
"You should have guessed there is no ninth floor; the eighth floor is ant to end, and frankly, I didn’t expect anyone to reach here. But with your appearance, this ti it might be possible."
From his palm, a small light gathered. Not dazzling, not terrifying—just... serene.
"This is my reward to you," he said. And countless powers of ti were pushed onto him.
"You already received the most important treasure I possessed, but it wasn’t enough to push your understanding of ti to a ruling level. So, I can only push it forward forcefully."
Apollo narrowed his eyes as the light touched his chest. And then, everything changed.
His mind expanded.
Suddenly, ti was no longer as mysterious as before as he observed—it was a river with constant flow yet could be interrupted.
The rules of ti—once a mystery—now echoed inside him.
An ancient resonance rged with him. The world no longer moved around him; he moved the world with his will.
The perfection of law at 99% once again showed an increase as slowly his understanding continued to increase.
It quickly reached the stage where it was ready to break through that mysterious barrier and finally reach the first layer of ti rule.
Boom!
Ti itself froze—no, it bowed.
A ripple of pure chrono-essence erupted from Apollo’s body, like a sovereign announcing his arrival. The laws of the universe bent around him with joy and resistance both—anointing him and fearing him.
In that instant, Apollo stepped into the First Layer of the Ti Rule.
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