Genius Noble With System-Chapter 447: Transcendent Sword Spirits

"No matter what, we have to face them; let’s send support to different domains. This time send some transcendent realm warriors so that everything can be under control." The oldest among them finally said, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority.

"Yes," several others responded almost in unison.

"This is no longer something Eternal Gods alone can suppress," another Transcendent added grimly. "If we hesitate, entire domains may collapse."

The oldest nodded slowly. "Each deployment must include at least one Transcendent who can stabilise the laws of heaven and earth. If the situation turns dire, they are to prioritise sealing the rifts—even if it means abandoning the domain temporarily."

No one objected.

They all understood the implication.

Sending Transcendents openly meant the war had entered a new phase.

The balance that had been cautiously maintained for countless eras was beginning to crack.

Orders were issued swiftly.

And immediately a large warship capable of killing eternal gods and half-step transcendents appears above the creation sword sanctuary.

Filled with warriors, thousands of ships went in different directions across the Empyrean realm.

The storm has begun as the entire Empyrean sword realm began for a crueller war.

And while the Transcendents believed they were acting to control the chaos, none of them realised that the true turning point was already unfolding within the Tomb of Swords, where a single swordsman was quietly consolidating power that did not belong to this era.

The sword Sovereign seemed to be sitting in the same garden, but he didn’t seem to care about the war that was going to happen; instead, his eyes seemed to look at a distant void.

His gaze pierced through layers of space, through laws and barriers, tearing across the vast breadth of the Empyrean Realm until it settled deep within its core—upon the Tomb of Swords.

There, amidst countless buried broken swords and roaring sword wills, a single figure sat in silent consolidation.

A faint smile curved the Sword Sovereign’s lips.

"Such a terrifying and mysterious sword, Rule... If he can reach that level, there might really be a chance." He seemed to see through everything and understood all about Apollo’s improvements and breakthrough.

The Abyss was not merely invading. It was searching.

And the Sword Sovereign knew exactly what it was searching for.

Far away, deep within the Tomb of Swords, Apollo slowly exhaled as his aura settled into perfect stability. He had no idea that one of the greatest beings in the realm was watching him with expectations bordering on hope.

Nor did he know that, with each passing moment, both the Abyss and the Empyrean realm were being drawn closer to an unavoidable convergence—one that would decide the fate of countless worlds.

Apollo didn’t know how much time passed and finally opened his as he seemed to have consolidated his strength.

He then calmly looked around, as now even the combined might of thousands of Half-Step transcendent swords cannot bring him much improvement.

After this he knew he had to go deeper in this sword tomb, which appeared to be endless.

But the situation seems different, as he felt the deeper he gets, the more dangerous the situation will become, as true transcendent-level swords ahead would be completely different.

What lay further within were the remnants of true transcendent swords. Even in death—or partial destruction—their sword spirits were terrifying.

A single one of those swords, though incomplete, could unleash power rivalling a peak half-step Transcendent or more. Two or three acting together would already pose a serious threat to him. And deeper still...

There would not be just a handful.

There could be tens. Hundreds.

Swords whose owners had once stood above heaven and earth.

This was no longer a matter of passive comprehension, where he could safely absorb fragments and refine his rule step by step. If he advanced recklessly, the backlash alone could tear his soul apart.

Apollo narrowed his eyes.

But if he wanted to improve quickly, he had to move forward and face those transcendent-level swords, as he really didn’t have much time, and who knows when he will be able to get such a chance next time?

So, backing off wasn’t an option. He with determination was going to move forward and was going to improve his strength and understanding of swords.

He rose to his feet.

The path ahead promised both unprecedented opportunity and genuine danger.

Still...

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"That’s fine," he murmured. "Growth was never meant to be safe."

With measured steps and a steady heart, Apollo began moving deeper into the endless Sword Tomb—toward the domain of true Transcendent Swords.

With every step, the sword aura around him started to get denser and sharper and even started to cut through the space of the sword tomb, which was many times sturdier than outside.

He didn’t know how long he walked, but he seemed to have finally reached the deepest region of the sword tomb. And at that moment the violent sword energy seems to tear through everything.

Boom!

The moment Apollo stepped into the range of the first Transcendent sword spirit, disaster struck.

A streak of annihilating sword energy erupted without warning, sharp enough to sever causality itself. It did not travel through space in the conventional sense—it appeared directly before him, aimed straight at his core.

There was no hesitation.

Apollo’s Eternal Sword Rule surged forth instinctively, forming an invisible domain around his body.

Clang!

The collision sent a deafening tremor through the Sword Tomb. Space shuddered violently, and nearby swords began to quake as if awakened from deep slumber.

But that wasn’t all, as it wasn’t the only transcendent sword spirit. This collision seems to have awakened more sword spirits, and they instantly attacked him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Powerful sword energy soared through the Sword Tomb, and pressure upon him increased multiple times instantly.

Apollo was forced half a step back.

A thin line of blood traced down from the corner of his lips.

He raised his head slowly, eyes blazing with sharp light as he stared into the darkness ahead—where the sword’s silhouette hovered in the void, its spirit ancient, cold, and merciless.

"So these are the true Transcendent swords..." he murmured.