Genius Noble With System-Chapter 446: Fourth Layer Eternal Sword Rule

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 innumerable 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.

Time lost meaning.

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 swordsmen.

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 something that stood above their comprehension. Their buried wills quivered, some resisting, some submitting, some simply falling silent.

His eternal rule seemed to finally cross the threshold that seems to fully transcend the universe.

Boom!

In that instant, it no longer merely existed within the universe—it stood above it, gazing downward as something independent, something no longer bound by the same framework as ordinary rules.

It finally reached the fourth layer.

Just with this breakthrough, his aura of peak true god realm also seemed to climb, as he not just understood numerous fragments 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, some 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 something he had been chasing since the very beginning.

He then carefully felt the eternal sword rule that seemed to have transformed into something else, as the difference between before and present was unbelievable.

He felt it was at least hundreds of times 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 merely 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 immediately 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.

Time lost its meaning within the Tomb of Swords.

Outside the situation wasn’t calm like the sword tomb. The Empyrean sword realm was slowly becoming a mess as the abyss’s frequent attacks were increasing with time.

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 meeting 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 time," one of the Transcendents finally said, his voice low and measured. "This isn’t a probing attack, nor a regional attack. It’s perfectly planned."

Another Transcendent nodded, fingers tapping slowly against the armrest formed 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 agreement 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 commitment meant intent—something deeper, more deliberate.

One of the older Transcendents spoke, his voice carrying the weariness of untold eras. "For a long time 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 something."

"Yes," the elder replied without hesitation. "Something must be hidden within the Empyrean Sword Realm. Something important enough that they’re willing to wait millions of years in searching."