Slowly, many powerful beings continue to appear and sit in their respective seats, waiting for the three leaders representing the three empty seats.
"Follow ."
Old Nexus's voice was low but steady. He turned and gestured for Apollo to move.
Apollo nodded lightly and followed him through the vast auditorium. As they walked, he could feel countless gazes brushing past him—so curious, so sharp, so carrying faint hostility, others quiet scrutiny.
None of them underestimated him.
Nexus stopped at a seat positioned not at the outer edge nor near the absolute centre, but in a region that clearly held significance—close enough to the core to be involved in decisions, yet distant enough to acknowledge hierarchy.
"This is your place," Nexus said calmly.
Apollo paused for a brief mont, then took his seat.
The mont he sat, he felt a mysterious sword power that seed to create an invisible barrier suppressing all of his aura. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel even more surprised that even after such a barrier, he still felt the terrifying strength of Supres.
He believed his strength had increased many tis, but seeing the differences, the little bit of pride he felt instantly disappeared, as Supres still seed to be too distant from him.
He attracted quite a lot of attention as he sat down, as even though there were tens of thousands of people here, everyone present here were big shots with nas that resounded throughout the empyrean realm.
All of them know a bit about each other, but he was completely different and an entirely unknown person.
Too young.
Too unfamiliar.
And yet… seated here.
Whispers did not form—no one dared to speak aloud—but countless divine senses brushed against him with curiosity and restrained scrutiny.
'And why… was he summoned?'
Apollo remained calm under the weight of their attention, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable. He neither flaunted confidence nor showed unease.
He simply sat there—like a sword resting in its sheath, quiet, restrained, and waiting for the arrival of the three lords.
The transcendent beings also could remain sitting in their place waiting for the three true masters of the Empyrean Sword Realm, as the most important thing for this grand gathering was to prepare for the war.
Ti passed without asure.
Then—sothing extraordinary happened.
Without warning, ti itself froze.
Breath halted. Thoughts stagnated. Even the faint flow of sword rules lingering in the air ca to a standstill.
The vast auditorium seed to vanish, as if the world had been erased layer by layer. Space peeled away, sound dissolved, and reality itself withdrew, leaving behind an endless, silent void.
And within that void—Three figures walked forward.
Their steps were slow, unhurried, yet each step they took seed to leave ti behind, as though the past, present, and future were being dragged along in their wake. There was no pressure, no aura, no overwhelming force—
Yet the mont they appeared, every being present instinctively understood.
'These three stood above all laws.'
Even the Supres felt their hearts tighten.
Apollo looked at three figures that were slowly walking towards the centre. Among the three, the one at the front was naturally the Sword sovereign whom he had t before.
And of the two, one appeared as a middle-aged swordsman, while the other appeared to be a young female swordsman.
But he didn't think they were normal, as he could guess others were also almighty and the strongest beings in the universe, a great sovereign.
He couldn't but feel surprised by the strength of the Empyrean Sword realm, as they actually have three sovereigns.
Although having such a powerhouse was great, it ant the dangers of this war were also more terrifying.
He quickly cald down and waited to hear what the plan was for the war.
The three Sovereigns took their seats at the centre. At last, the Sword Sovereign lifted his gaze and looked upon the tens of thousands of transcendent beings assembled before him.
"All of you know why we have gathered here," he began, his voice calm yet echoing through every soul. "And yet… so among you still take this war lightly."
The weight of his words pressed upon the hall.
"Let tell you the truth," he continued, each syllable cutting like a blade of reality itself. "This will be the most brutal war you have ever witnessed. Countless lives will fall. Even I…" —his voice lowered, heavy and resolute— "…would not dare to say that I am certain of survival."
Hearing Sword's sovereign words, everyone's heart was stirred, as saying sothing serious ans this ti it was really different. It was truly a matter of life and death for the Empyrean Sword realm.
For a brief instant, unease rippled through the vast auditorium.
Even transcendent beings were not immune to such words. Yet that mont of anxiety lasted no more than a breath.
These were not ordinary existences. Every one of them was a true Transcendent—beings who had walked through rivers of blood, stepped over mountains of corpses, and survived eras of calamity. More than that, they were swordsn.
Fear of death had long since been cut away. To them, life and death were rely whetstones.
Only moving forward mattered.
Only enlightennt mattered.
Only refining their swordsmanship—until it could cleave heaven itself—mattered.
Their gazes steadied. Their auras, though restrained, grew sharper.
If death awaited them at the end of this war, then they would carve their nas into eternity with their blades before falling.
Sword Sovereign nodded, seeing this, and glanced at Apollo with a smile for a mont.
"Yes, it's not like we are without a chance. Since Abyss is going to co at full force, we are also going to show them what a true sword is."
The instant his words fell, heaven and earth within the Empyrean Realm trembled.
A terrifying power surged forth, as though two worlds were colliding at once. The upheaval ca without warning—violent shockwaves swept across the Empyrean realm, reaching every corner in the blink of an eye.
The land shook with cataclysmic earthquakes, while vast tsunamis rose and crashed, roaring like furious dragons.
Within the auditorium everyone's expression changed.
"Looks like they had already arrived."
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