The corrupted flas screeched as if in agony. But instead of rejecting Apollo’s fla, they began to swirl toward it, gravitating like lost children finding their parent. Bits of corrupted essence burnt away in the golden-black fla, cleansed instantly. Others resisted, flaring violently.
Apollo clenched his fist.
"This will be a bit difficult," he said quietly, "but if I can dominate and purify even a portion of this... my Sovereign Fla will evolve beyond its current state."
He turned toward his guardian, eyes hardening.
"Protect the periter. No one gets close."
He then jumped in the centre of the valley. And the golden-black fire clashed against the corrupted tide. The air howled, and the entire secret realm trembled.
The golden-black sovereign flas started to fight and swallow the corrupt flas. As both the flas fought for dominance, the entire valley seed to transform into a fiery hell, so that even if looked at from a distance, the eternal god would feel their souls burn.
The space around them seed to be burned and destroyed, but thankfully the mysterious power of the secret realm and the runic formation covering the Rion ca into play and controlled the destruction from spreading outwards.
Apollo didn’t care about what was happening to the land; rather, he was fully focused on the flas, as they were really terrifying. Even his physique, which surpassed most high-grade divine weapon levels, still felt burning churn through his skin. He felt like he was in the middle of the sun that seed to be cooking him raw slowly.
The flas surged, shrieked, and devoured.
The corrupted fire of the valley was not passive—it fought like a beast wounded and enraged. Its nature was chaotic and unpredictable, containing fragnts of death, abyss, decay, and so unknown soul-rule that Apollo had never fully encountered before.
Every mont felt like being pierced, burnt, and unravelled—not just in the flesh, but in soul and spirit.
Apollo gritted his teeth, standing amidst it all, a figure wrapped in a vortex of fire.
Every ti the corrupted fire tried to crawl into his body, they lashed out—devouring it, refining it, and feeding it back to Apollo like pure essence.
His clothes were long incinerated. His skin turned a shimring bronze from the heat, cracked and bleeding golden light in places, as the Sovereign Fla began to evolve.
"This... pain... is nothing," he muttered, gritting his teeth, eyes half-closed, focusing his will into the very core of the flas.
With ti and his strong will, along with his exceptional talent, he started to get the hang of it. Slowly the burns on his body started to decrease as they seed to not be able to overco his natural regeneration.
His sovereign flas started to overpower the corrupted flas as they were slowly purified and absorbed by him.
The valley around him began to transform—the twisted, corrupted flas slowly began to lose their dark hue.
What had once been purple-black flas dripping with abyssal energy were now being consud and reborn as new strands of sovereign fla, coiling around Apollo like celestial serpents, crackling with rules of destruction, fla, and sothing... new.
It was subtle at first.
But as the corrupted core of the valley began to break down, a third rule signature appeared—deep, primal, and ancient—sothing outside the laws of their universe. It wasn’t an abyss. It wasn’t death. It was sothing mysterious that did not belong to any category of rules.
However, it was so mysterious that even for him it was too difficult to understand; he could feel sothing within it which might contain so massive secret, but his current self and amount of that mysterious power were too small to fully understand the essence of it.
He instead focused on fire and destruction rule, which, with the strengthening of sovereign flas, once again showed signs of improvent.
A wave of enlightennt surged in him.
His golden-black sovereign flas suddenly exploded, swirling into a massive black sun with a core of molten gold—radiating not destruction alone, but rebirth. The dark clouds of corrupted energy shuddered, then collapsed inward.
Flas rushed to Apollo.
And then—silence.
The valley, once a raging hell, stood still. Burnt. Hollow. Transford.
Apollo hovered in the centre, his body surrounded by new Sovereign Fla—no longer golden-black, but etched with faint red cracks, glowing like magma veins.
And with this transformation, his rule of fire and destruction spiked and started to rise rapidly, especially the rule of fire, which, coming from behind, quickly surpassed the rule of destruction.
It didn’t stop until it broke the great barrier between the third and fourth layers of rules and beca the first rule to reach the transcended fourth layer, which also represented the trademark power of being above the eternal god realm.
The mont Apollo’s Rule of Fire broke through the third layer and pierced into the fourth, the entire hidden realm trembled.
A long-forgotten resonance echoed across the land — as if the will of the realm, ancient and sealed, recognised his ascension.
The magma-like cracks in his Sovereign Fla pulsed.
And then—
Boom!
A column of fire erupted upward like a sun awakening after a thousand years of sleep. But this fla was different — not just scorching or consuming, but alive, divine, and authoritative.
It wasn’t just power anymore.
It was truth.
The sky seed to burn, and for a mont everyone on Rion who understood even a little bit of fire law seed to feel their understanding suddenly increase a level.
"This is... the fourth layer," Apollo whispered, almost disbelieving.
He could feel it now—every fla in the realm was his to command. No matter its source, nature, or rule—it recognised him as its superior.
The Rule of Fire, now elevated to the fourth layer, wrapped around his soul, spirit, and core.
Even the rule of destruction shuddered slightly, as if feeling left behind.
But Apollo wasn’t greedy. As his rule of destruction also improved quite a lot, although it didn’t break through the fourth layer, it still reached the peak of the third layer, increasing the strength of his flas.
Now his strength had definitely reached the top echelon of peak eternal gods, as the fourth layer rule’s power is beyond any doubts. Even if the rule of fire wasn’t so rare rule with just the fourth-layer fire rule, he could defeat most peak eternal gods, not to ntion with the combination of his other rules he understands.
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