Apollo paused for a brief mont and glanced at him. "You’ve done well. Rest here."
He turned his gaze forward, the flickering runes of the next floor shimring with ancient, suppressive power.
A faint smile curled at his lips. "It’s getting interesting now."
He once again felt the pressure increase, but what he cared about was slowly and steadily he felt the improvent of his physique and soul. Although the improvent was very slow, still it was improvent, not to ntion he still can go on.
Feeling this, he couldn’t help but sigh; his ho, Rion, is giving him surprises one after another.
Perhaps it was destiny. Perhaps it was a preparation eting opportunity.
But what he knew for certain was this: Rion still had many secrets left for him to uncover. And he intended to unveil them all.
Without hesitation, he continued forward, climbing to the next floor, the ancient runes glowing brighter as if recognising his resolve.
His ascent showed no signs of slowing.
105th Floor.
106th Floor.
107th Floor.
The impossible was becoming reality. And he calmly crossed the 110th floor and still didn’t show any sign of weakening.
115th, 116th... 120th floor and still was rising.
Back in the control chamber.
The leader of the robed figures wiped the cold sweat from his temples. He and others present cannot believe what they were seeing. Even though that was just a projection, they still felt mysterious pressure that numbed their body and soul.
The projection shimred, showing Apollo’s calm figure stepping onto the 120th floor, as if the oppressive gravity ant nothing to him. His breathing remained steady, his footsteps never faltering. The surrounding space trembled under his steps, but his expression carried only a faint, almost playful curiosity.
The leader of the robed figures swallowed hard, his throat dry. "He’s still... climbing..."
"How is this possible...?" one of the elders muttered, his voice almost cracking.
On the other side hidden from all of them, the tower spirit was looking at the scene calmly, but there was expectation hidden within those ancient eyes.
"Perhaps... this child is one of the keys the universe has prepared for what is to co... Or perhaps he is an on.
Either way, his existence... will tear open the stagnant sky of this world."
As the voice faded, the place fell into silence.
Inside the Tower.
Apollo paused briefly as he reached the 125th floor. His body felt the grinding force of gravity pulling at his very bones, but it was also polishing them, strengthening them beyond the further ahead.
The gravity now already reached a level where a middle-stage eternal good who is good in physical strength will feel great pressure.
He had a feeling if he continued to move forward, his physique would finally take another step and reach the level of the peak eternal god, then his strength would be further increased to the level of those invincible eternal gods and be just a step away from the transcended realm.
He kept moving forward.
Step by step.
His every movent caused the surrounding space to ripple and groan.
A subtle, thrilling realisation seed to be blooming in his heart. His breathing deepened, not from exhaustion, but from anticipation.
’So this is what the Gravity Tower was hiding... an opportunity to break the limits of the flesh, to push one’s body to its true extre,’ he thought.
"No reason to stop now."
His foot pressed forward onto the 126th floor.
The weight intensified, crashing down like countless mountains, trying to suffocate him, trying to erase him from existence.
But instead of yielding, Apollo’s aura surged.
He advanced again.
127th.
128th.
129th.
He didn’t stop until he reached the 150th floor, where the gravity was so strong that space and ti seed to bend, and even his indestructible body showed signs of falling.
The strength of the gravity reached the level where late-stage, eternal god-level physiques would start to crumble.
Faint cracks rippled across his skin, his bones resonated with creaking echoes, and his muscles trembled slightly under the titanic suppression.
It wasn’t pain he felt. It was the edge of his current limit.
’So this is the threshold... where even late-stage Eternal God physiques begin to collapse.’ His eyes glimred, not with fear, but with excitent.
The suffocating gravity sought to press him into the ground, but Apollo instead straightened his back even further, as if the entire weight of this layer was rely a challenge waiting to be conquered.
His heart, followed by his golden blood wrapping around his cracked skin, surged into his bones, into his marrow, burning away his flaws, nding him with a terrifying rebirth.
His body wasn’t just enduring all this gravitational force. It was evolving.
Each heartbeat was a hamr.
Each breath was a forge.
Each step forward reshaped him.
He clenched his fists slowly, feeling the heavy tremble of space as his bones groaned under the pressure, then steadied.
’Just a bit more... I can feel it. One final breakthrough. One final transformation.’
He already reached the peak of late-stage eternal god-level body after his sovereign flas transford, and now after coming here, it already reached its limit; he needed a little bit more stimulus.
With this in mind, he crossed the 150th floor and stepped onto the 151st floor.
Boom!
And the mont he stepped, he almost tripped, as the pressure here truly surpassed the level of late-stage eternal but truly reached peak eternal god-level.
His eyes flickered, not with panic, but with focused determination.
’So this is it... the weight that can truly break a peak Eternal God body.’
The suppression on this floor was fundantally different. It was no longer just gravity. It was the weight of law, the weight of the world, the suppression of existence itself.
It was as though the planet, the realm, and even the will of the universe were pressing down on him to erase his being.
His bones creaked dangerously, muscles tore, and his golden blood, along with his heart, shuddered under the crushing might.
For a brief mont, his vision dimd. His heartbeat slowed. It felt as if ti itself tried to freeze him in place.
But then—
Boom!
His heart seed to surge with terrifying power, and blood started boiling with terrifying energy. From the cellular level to the atomic level, his body seed to be reconstructed and evolve as the powerful energy gushed out from within.
The latent energy within after the sovereign flas transford seed to have burst, and every mont his strength was increasing and was constantly reaching new heights. It maintained such for hours as his body continued to beco stronger.
The power at so ti reached such a level that just by his presence the space-ti around him started to distort. And he truly reached the level of a peak eternal god just by his divine body.
Back in the projection chamber, The robed figures were still frozen in their places. The projection before them flickered, but the image remained—Apollo, standing tall, cloaked in the faint shimr of distorted space.
No one spoke.
They couldn’t.
Because they understood.
This man was no longer soone the Sacred Elents Empire could asure using their scales.
Their breathing was heavy, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.
The mysterious spirit, after a long mont, finally muttered, "He broke through."
There was no longer doubt in its tone. Only quiet awe.
"He might be the one." And then the voice faded.
Apollo, on the other hand, had a bright smile on his face and now was able to move freely on the 151st floor. His strength has surged many tis; he felt the difference between late and peak stages was more than he thought.
Apollo then began to test his newly forged strength. He casually threw a punch forward.
Boom!
The air shattered, space cracked like fragile glass, and the entire floor trembled violently. His punch didn’t just ripple the surrounding gravity—it tore through it, creating a long, twisting fissure in the dense gravitational field itself.
A pleased glimr flickered in his eyes.
"So this is the strength of a peak Eternal God physique... This power, this control... it’s on an entirely different level."
He clenched his fist, feeling the raw, unrestrained energy surging beneath his skin, as if the universe itself was resonating with his body. But instead of stopping, he looked ahead.
Since now he has broken through and tempered his body, he can move forward and see what his limits were. As anyway, even if he cannot break through again, the more he stays, the more tempered his physique would beco, so it wasn’t a loss.
He moved forward with determination and steadily again moved through one floor after another. But as he reached the 170th floor, it seed he reached his limit, as even his newly transford indestructible physique was trembling.
At that mont he felt he was at the centre of a black hole and was being crushed from all sides that even his soul felt like it was going to be annihilated.
He knew that this was his limit, at least for now. But just as he was about to leave, a powerful pull ca and forcefully teleported him.
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