The powerful sword aura deeper within the sword tomb started to push his eternal sword rule to its limits, as there wasn’t just one sword at the level of half-step transcendent level but thousands or tens of thousands.
All of those combined swords’ rules were terrifyingly powerful, but they also presented an opportunity for him.
But Apollo did not retreat.
This pressure was exactly what he needed.
Rather than resisting blindly, he opened himself fully to it—allowing the innurable sword rules to collide, overlap, and grind against his own Eternal Sword Rule. Where another swordsman would have shattered, Apollo refined his eternal sword rule.
He did not copy them. He did not submit to them. He tempered himself against them.
Ti lost aning.
Minutes, hours, days—he could not tell. Only the endless confrontation remained, a silent war between his eternal sword rule and the legacy of countless near-transcendent swordsn.
Then—
It started to change.
At first, it was subtle.
The Eternal Sword Rule within him, once solid and domineering, began to blur—as if its edges were dissolving. Not weakening, but transforming. Its nature grew strange and ethereal, hovering between existence and nonexistence.
Real... yet unreal. Present... yet untouchable.
A faint, resonant hum echoed through the Tomb of Swords.
The countless swords around him began to tremble. Not violently, but instinctively, as if acknowledging sothing that stood above their comprehension. Their buried wills quivered, so resisting, so submitting, so simply falling silent.
His eternal rule seed to finally cross the threshold that seems to fully transcend the universe.
Boom!
In that instant, it no longer rely existed within the universe—it stood above it, gazing downward as sothing independent, sothing no longer bound by the sa frawork as ordinary rules.
It finally reached the fourth layer.
Just with this breakthrough, his aura of peak true god realm also seed to climb, as he not just understood nurous fragnts of rules from countless swords but also absorbed quite a bit of sword energy, making a further breakthrough in his realm.
His aura climbed without resistance, without any trouble, as if the universe itself no longer dared to oppose him.
Eternal God Realm.
It did not pause at the threshold. It surged forward, smooth and unstoppable, until it finally settled—
Peak of early-stage Eternal God.
The pressure that followed was terrifying.
The Tomb of Swords trembled violently. Swords that had remained motionless for countless eras shook within the earth, so sinking deeper, others emitting sharp cries as their sword rules were suppressed completely.
Apollo slowly opened his eyes.
They were calm. Too calm.
No arrogance. No exhilaration. Only a deep, quiet clarity—as if he had finally aligned with sothing he had been chasing since the very beginning.
He then carefully felt the eternal sword rule that seed to have transford into sothing else, as the difference between before and present was unbelievable.
He felt it was at least hundreds of tis stronger than before; like now he can probably kill half-step transcendents instantly.
And that was without factoring in his cultivation breakthrough.
Breaking into the Eternal God Realm had not rely increased his energy reserves—it had stabilised the Eternal Sword Rule within him. His body, soul, and divine energy were now capable of supporting power that previously would have torn him apart.
Early-stage Eternal God.
Yet his foundation...was anything but early.
Apollo clenched his fist lightly.
If he faced an ordinary Transcendent now, he would not be helpless.
He might not win decisively. But he could fight.
And more importantly—he could survive.
That alone was enough to send a chill through the universe. A being who could threaten half-step Transcendents and resist true Transcendents... while standing only at the Eternal God Realm?
Such an existence should not exist.
Apollo slowly opened his eyes and looked deeper into the Tomb of Swords, where even more terrifying auras lay dormant, but he imdiately didn’t go deeper; instead, he sat down and started to consolidate his cultivation.
Closing his eyes once more, Apollo entered a state of deep focus. His cultivation circulated smoothly, divine sword energy sinking into flesh, soul, and divine energy alike. The Eternal Sword Rule no longer surged violently; it settled, calm and dignified, like a sovereign returning to its throne.
Ti lost its aning within the Tomb of Swords.
Outside the situation wasn’t calm like the sword tomb. The Empyrean sword realm was slowly becoming a ss as the abyss’s frequent attacks were increasing with ti.
Its attacks were no longer probes or isolated sneak attacks. They were planned, coordinated, and relentless. Abyssal rifts tore open across the heavens of multiple domains, releasing forth endless waves of corrupted beings.
The Crimson Sword Domain—where Apollo had first arrived—was no longer an exception.
Across the vast Empyrean Sword Realm, domain after domain began to fall into chaos under siege.
Sword Pillars cracked. Outposts were overrun. Ancient formations that had stood firm for countless eras began to fail one after another.
At this, there was a eting held at the Creation Sword Sanctuary, where a group of transcendents gathered, with each one having a grave expression.
"The Abyss is moving far too aggressively this ti," one of the Transcendents finally said, his voice low and asured. "This isn’t a probing attack, nor a regional attack. It’s perfectly planned."
Another Transcendent nodded, fingers tapping slowly against the armrest ford of condensed sword intent. "Agreed. They are deploying forces without regard for losses. That alone tells us this isn’t about territory."
A murmur of agreent spread through the hall.
They had been fighting the Abyss for millions of years. Countless wars, countless cycles of advance and retreat. If the Abyss simply sought to occupy their realm, it would never expend power like that in groups. This level of commitnt ant intent—sothing deeper, more deliberate.
One of the older Transcendents spoke, his voice carrying the weariness of untold eras. "For a long ti now... I’ve had the feeling that the Abyss isn’t truly targeting us. We are obstacles, yes—but not the goal."
Another figure narrowed his eyes. "You think they’re searching for sothing."
"Yes," the elder replied without hesitation. "Sothing must be hidden within the Empyrean Sword Realm. Sothing important enough that they’re willing to wait millions of years in searching."
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