After this, Leon then started to give presents that the royal family sent to him. He took it with a calm expression; although they were aningless to him, he could just give them to his family, as who doesn’t like free things?
They talked for quite so ti, and he felt Leon’s strength had reached the peak of the third rank, but as he didn’t understand law, he couldn’t break through to the fourth-rank grandmaster realm.
"Let help you."
Leon blinked, confused. "Help ?"
Apollo didn’t answer. He simply extended his hand, and the space around them seed to still.
The gentle morning breeze froze. The chirping of birds dulled into silence. Even the tea steam rising from their cups seed suspended in ti.
Leon instinctively tensed—his prana surged, reacting like any seasoned warrior would when exposed to unknown power. But Apollo’s aura wasn’t threatening. It was... boundless. Like a vast cosmos opening overhead.
"Sit still," Apollo said softly.
Leon sat. He knew Apollo wouldn’t hurt him, so he believed him and sat down, calming his mind.
He raised two fingers and tapped lightly between Leon’s brows.
In that mont, Leon’s mind exploded into light.
He saw—
A boundless sea of stars.
He felt the pulse of the universe. And then it changed; it turned into flas, and he felt like he was walking within flas.
He noticed that Leon was trying to understand the law of fire; hence, he lent a hand, as he understood not just the law but also the rule of fire, so it was easy to let soone understand the law of flas.
Leon’s breath caught as he felt the world around him shift—a sensation he could not put into words.
A burning ocean stretched before him. It was alive—flickering, dancing, and roaring like a tempest. The flas were not chaotic, however. They were controlled. Structured. Alive with purpose.
Apollo’s fingers on his brow guided him deeper, unlocking sothing inside Leon’s soul. It was like a key turning in a long-forgotten lock, and suddenly, Leon could see—feel—the fire.
The flas no longer just burnt; they spoke.
A warmth seeped into Leon’s chest, then exploded outward through his veins. His heart beat faster.
"Focus on the flow," Apollo’s voice reached him from a distant place, like a breeze in the midst of a storm. "The law of fire is not just about burning. It is about control. The flas you see, they follow you. They are a part of you."
Leon’s breath grew steady as he focused, allowing the fire to consu him—not in destruction but in creation. He felt it curling around his thoughts, igniting his will, pushing him toward sothing more.
A new understanding blossod within him. The law of fire was no longer a foreign force. It was like breathing. Natural.
His life force surged as he embraced the flas, learning not to fight them but to move with them.
In that mont, the visions of fire and nurous burning flas co to his mind, and then slowly a small fla seems to appear within him.
Boom!
Instantly he understood the law of fire, and the aura around him changed so much that he almost broke breakthrough but he quickly controlled it as it was not the right ti or place. He still needed to prepare for this breakthrough.
The flow stopped, and Leon opened his eyes, gasping for breath as the overwhelming sensations faded.
The garden around them ca back into focus—the breeze, the birds, the world in its quiet motion. But Leon was not the sa.
His eyes were brighter now, more focused. He could feel the fire in his chest, not just as an idea but as a real, tangible presence.
"Apollo..." Leon whispered, still trying to grasp what had just happened. "Thank you."
He didn’t know how he did it or even how it was possible, but he was grateful. Now, he believed the outside world seed to underestimate Apollo’s brilliance. They just believe he had beco so big shot’s disciple, but he can be sure even half-gods cannot let him easily understand law; maybe only gods can do it.
But such thoughts were terrifying, as he knew when he t Apollo, he was only a first-rank limit breaker, and now, just a decade later, he had beco a god. He cannot think what kind of talent and opportunity were needed to achieve this.
Leon looked at Apollo again, but this ti, he saw him not as a friend, not as a peer—but as sothing greater. A force moving far ahead of them all.
After this Leon left, saying goodbye, and the Fletcher estate again beca calm. He still remains sitting there, looking above, thinking about sothing.
The sun had risen higher, casting warm light across the courtyard—but his eyes were distant, fixed on the endless sky above. There was sothing heavy in his silence, like a mind unravelling threads only he could see.
"Let’s take a look at different continents, and then he will visit the Nekros continent." He needed to understand the current situation.
He should also visit the ancient races. The ones long thought extinct. They may hold forgotten secrets—clues about Rion’s transformation or about the strange shift that reconnected the continents. He had the strength, the ti, and the will.
And so, with a quiet step, Apollo began planning his next journey—not just to witness the changed lands, but to uncover the truths buried beneath their surface.
He didn’t leave imdiately but stayed for another day with his family and relaxed a bit, only leaving after that. He left most of the guardians and only took the leader of his guards, who was the strongest, whom he brought.
They then quickly teleported and arrived at the border of the eastern continent. Apollo’s gaze was steady, filled with both curiosity and resolve.
Their first destination lay far beyond—across the vast lands to the Western Continent.
From Leon’s words, an ancient race there had piqued his interest. He stepped forward, the leader of his guards matching his stride without hesitation.
Together, they set off into the unknown land.
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