But he saw hope, which ignited his will to overco this hurdle.
Sword Sovereign, standing beside, naturally noticed this and couldn't help but feel shocked, as no one managed to move it an inch, yet now an eternal god was able to make it react.
He knew Apollo was different, but seeing this, he was still a bit surprised, and his expectations increased. Even Sword Sovereign wanted to see soone pulling this ancient sword out.
Apollo no longer held anything back.
His blood boiled like molten stars, his heart thundered as if a sun were collapsing within his chest, and his divine energy erupted outward like a newborn cosmos.
His Eternal Sword Rule, which had reached the terrifying middle stage of the fourth layer—far superior even to most peak fourth-layer rules—burst forth without restraint. Alongside it, his Space, Fire, Destruction, Lunar, Death, and Five Elents rules, refined over a decade within the Sword Tomb, surged together in perfect resonance.
His aura exploded.
His aura at the mont even surpassed the first-order transcendent; even among second-order transcendent, his aura wasn't weak.
The sudden burst shocked Even Sword Sovereign, as even he didn't expect that Apollo's outburst could reach such a level and cross boundaries, not just the first order but even the second order. It was practically a miracle even for sovereign standards.
"Aaaaaah!"
Apollo poured everything he had into the pull. This ti, the ancient sword truly reacted.
Zzzssss… Zsssss…
Slowly it was trembling and seed to resonate, releasing mysterious power that seed to enlighten things; even the entire Empyrean sword realm seed to be reacting.
Space itself seed to solidify. The laws of the realm grew heavier, denser, as an overwhelming aura of suppression descended from the heavens.
Across the battlefield, every abyssal being—whether ordinary monster or transcendent-level existence—felt terror grip their hearts.
Their strength was forcibly suppressed.
In the blink of an eye, their power was crushed down to less than half.
The abyss roared in fury and disbelief, while the swordsn of the Empyrean Sword Realm felt their blood ignite. They could sense clearly that their strength was increasing.
It was clear the world was helping them and was suppressing their enemies.
This sudden change caught both sides off guard, but quickly the swordsn of the Empyrean Sword, boosted by the world, counterattacked the abyss.
The battlefield quickly changed; the previous equilibrium shifted as the difference in power increased.
Whether they were True Gods, Eternal Gods, or even mighty Transcendents, the swordsn began to overwhelm their opponents. Excitent surged through their ranks, their fighting spirit rising to terrifying heights as their swords sang with renewed power.
The entire realm resonated.
Sword energy surged through the heavens and the earth, suppressing the dark, corrosive aura of the Abyss. The shadows recoiled, and the invaders were forced into retreat under the crushing pressure of the world's will.
While the battlefield has changed, Apollo, who was the main reason for it, doesn't know and, even knowing, didn't have the leisure to enjoy it.
After unleashing all of his hidden strength, the ancient sword finally began to move.
Slowly… painfully… it lifted.
Apollo managed to pull the blade up several inches from the ground.
But it was not going to be that easy.
At that very mont, the sword revealed its true nature.
A terrifying suction erupted from the blade, devouring everything it could reach. Apollo felt his strength being drained at an alarming rate—his divine essence, his spiritual power, and even the energy of his rules were being forcibly absorbed.
The absorption was terrifying, but he didn't stop, as he knew stopping ant all his effort would be wasted. And he had a feeling this was the first and only chance.
"Aaah!"
Instead of resisting, he made his decision. "Since you want it," he growled through clenched teeth, "then take it."
Rather than pulling back, he opened himself fully, allowing the sword to absorb his strength without restraint.
Boom!
The ancient sword reacted violently.
Its hunger intensified, devouring Apollo's power at an even more terrifying rate—his divine essence, his spiritual strength, his rules—everything was swallowed like a raging vortex.
And then—
Sothing changed.
As the absorption continued, the old sword began to shed its decayed appearance. Rust cracked and peeled away. The corroded surface trembled, as if an ancient shell was breaking apart.
Slowly it was transforming as its aura continued to increase. Apollo, on the other hand, was becoming weaker and weaker. He was sweating heavily, and it even started to feel difficult to stand straight, and yet he continued.
His strength might have been draining, but his will did not waver. His mind was resolute. His soul was unyielding.
No matter the cost—no matter what state he was reduced to—he would pull this sword free.
But after so ti pulling more than half of the sword, the energy draining reached a terrifying level, and he was about to lose consciousness when sothing unexpected happened.
From deep within Apollo's body, a fragnted sword suddenly erged. It burst forth, releasing a mysterious energy that resonated perfectly with the ancient blade.
Boom!
The two powers responded to one another as if they had always belonged together, their resonance shaking the very space of the Sword Tomb.
Apollo, seeing this, was shocked and didn't expect sothing like this to happen out of nowhere.
The sword that ca out suddenly was the fragnt sword which he bought in the auction at Astral Void Station years ago when he travelled outside for the first ti.
He never imagined it would possess such a deep connection to this ancient sword.
For a brief mont, uncertainty flickered in his mind. Was this a good sign—or a bad one?
But he did not have ti to dwell on it.
As with the resonance, it suddenly rged with the old sword, and instantly the old sword seed to be completely transford.
Boom!
The last traces of decay shattered away as Apollo finally pulled the sword free.
At last—he had done it.
The blade no longer resembled its forr, rusted self. It shone with an ethereal brilliance, radiating a soft silver aura that seed neither sharp nor violent, yet carried an unfathomable depth.
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