His aura reached the next level, as he was like a heavenly general who fought countless battles. But the rule of war was still increasing, as the mysteries in the rule seed were too great to be stopped only at the early first layer.
It continued to increase, and his aura continued to rise that even the strong space in the valley, which is many tis sturdier than outside, started to shatter like grass.
Everyone in the valley started to feel difficult to breathe, and even so weren’t able to remain standing.
The comprehension broke past the early first layer—then the mid layer—then higher still.
And as it rose, so did the pressure.
Thin lines ford in the air—cracks in space. They expanded like a web, and in the next mont—
Crack!
It shattered.
The very layer of space fractured like fragile glass beneath Apollo’s rising aura. Winds scread. The earth groaned. The ancient tombs vibrated in response, their light dimming before flaring up again in fear or reverence.
"He’s... still growing..."
"This isn’t... possible...!"
The invisible weight pressing on them grew heavier with every passing second as quickly as the understanding of his rule continued to rise.
In a matter of minutes, it rises to the peak of the first layer and then shatters the second layer barrier to reach the second layer of the rule of war.
It continued to rise, while the others in the valley felt it difficult to remain standing. As ti passed, so ancient monster sleeping for eons seed to be awakened by such a shocking phenonon and could only look within the valley.
"Soone finally awakened it..."
Another voice echoed in the deep void. "Looks like the ti has co."
Apollo didn’t know that at the mont dozens of terrifying beings were looking at him; he only cared about his improvent in the rule of war, which at that mont reached the peak of the second layer.
But it didn’t stop until, with a final push, it once again broke the barrier and reached the third layer rule of war, becoming the highest level of understanding among all his rules.
The Rule of War surged once again.
With a final, thunderous burst that echoed like the clash of titans—
Boom!
The third layer was broken.
The Rule of War soared into its third layer, the comprehension so deep it outshone every other law he possessed. His aura now had the air of inevitability—undeniable and unrelenting.
He seed to have beco a symbol.
The incarnation of war itself.
With that breakthrough the power of rule seed disappeared, and slowly the entire valley of beginning cald down.
The howling laws quieted. The trembling tombs stilled. Space stopped shattering. The valley, which had nearly collapsed under the weight of ancient power, began to breathe again.
Above them, the colossal war god shadow—majestic and divine—began to dissipate, its towering form fading like mist at dawn. As it faded, so too did the gigantic corpse at the centre of the valley, the very heart of this mysterious place. The body crumbled into dust, leaving behind nothing...
Nothing except one thing.
The heart.
Still whole.
Still beating.
It pulsed once—slow, thunderous, like a drumbeat in the depths of the world. It floated in the sky like a sovereign for a mont, and then it flew straight to Apollo.
Whoosh!
The heart hovered in front of him, beating steadily for a mont, and then it directly rged with his heart.
Ba-dum.
Apollo’s own heart responded, its rhythm syncing with the ancient pulse.
Then, without resistance or force, the ancient heart gently rged with his own—not tearing through, not forcing its way in, but rging as if it had always belonged there.
"What."
He was surprised by such a turn, but he couldn’t do anything; he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad.
However, he didn’t get the ti to think more as the transformation within him began.
His heart thudded again, a strange dual rhythm pulsing through his veins.
His body stiffened—not from pain, but from the overwhelming torrent of power erupting within him. It was not just physical—it was spiritual, existential. His own heart was being rewritten, reshaped by sothing far older, far greater.
Golden-red light radiated from his chest, spreading through his veins like a divine forge had been lit inside him. Muscles tightened, bones resonated with strength, and his soul trembled.
The echoes of ancient battles, of war cries from forgotten ages, surged into his mind.
He could see visions—
A god of war standing atop a mountain of corpses.
His breath turned hot like fire, his gaze sharper than blades. The divine rhythm in his chest synchronised with the Rule of War he had just comprehended.
From the smallest atomic level, his body started to transform and evolve as the red golden energy rushed through him.
It started to reach a higher level that even he himself cannot comprehend.
This transformation naturally didn’t remain unnoticed, but this ti it was different. Instead of mysterious and ethereal, it was simply just strong. That they felt their blood churn because of his aura.
His bones resonated like divine tal being reforged in the forge of gods. His flesh shimred faintly, containing layers of compressed energy, denser and tougher than any natural material. His blood flowed like molten gold, not burning him, but empowering every vessel it passed through.
The transformation continued for so ti before it finally ended. Slowly he opened his eyes, and the aura around him disappeared, and once again he seed to beco an ordinary true god-level warrior, but only he knows what kind of terrifying power is hidden within his tiny body.
The feeling he gets from the strength of his current body was many tis stronger than before. He felt he could kill middle-stage eternal gods in just a single punch with just his physical strength.
Not to ntion he felt his quality of the divine essence also seed to have transford, becoming more pure. So, now he wasn’t sure how strong he currently is if he goes all out.
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