Genius Noble With System-Chapter 458: Rusty Old Sword

"What!" He was shocked, but he couldn't do anything, as the single hand on his shoulder seemed to suppress all his power, like he was nothing but an ant and could silently be pulled in.

Apollo instantly then disappeared from the battle field. Neither side, whether it was the abyss or the Empyrean sword realm transcendents, understood what just happened.

Confusion spread across the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Apollo found himself standing on unfamiliar yet deeply familiar ground.

He had been teleported elsewhere.

As his senses adjusted, recognition dawned on him—it was the Sword Tomb.

He had remained here for decades in the past, yet now it appeared different. The vast graveyard of swords was gone. In its place stood only a single rusty old sword embedded in the land, solitary and silent.

And yet—

Apollo could still feel it.

The lingering presence of mysterious sword laws permeated the surroundings, subtle yet profound, as if the land itself still remembered countless swords and their forgotten wills.

He was confused why he was teleported here and who did, but he didn't have to wait long, as the person who pulled him here manifested right in front of him.

"Sword sovereign!!!" The figure who appeared suddenly was none other than the sword sovereign. He was shocked and confused. What was going on here? And isn't Sword Sovereign in fierce confrontation with Abyss Sovereign? Why would he be here?

Apollo stared at him in confusion, but the Sword Sovereign seemed to have already guessed his thoughts.

"What you're seeing is only a spirit projection," the Sword Sovereign said calmly. "Not my true body."

Apollo relaxed slightly, though his confusion deepened.

"And don't think too much about it," the Sword Sovereign continued, his gaze sharp yet composed. "I brought you here for the thing you wanted."

He then glanced at the single sword embeded here, which appeared to nothing special.

Apollo also looked at it, but he tried to sense anything extraordinary about the rusted old sword, but he didn't feel anything, making him confused, as he was quite sure maybe with other items or treasures he might not be able to tell, but he was sure about swords.

Yet right now, he felt nothing.

No aura.

No resonance.

No trace of sword rules.

It was as if the sword were truly nothing more than an ordinary, rusted piece of metal.

Doubt crept into his heart.

How could this be? The Sword Sovereign wouldn't toy with him over something so trivial. If he had said it was important, then it must be important.

Sensing Apollo's confusion, the Sword Sovereign spoke calmly.

"Don't worry," he said. "This is indeed the origin of the Empyrean Sword Realm—the thing you've been searching for."

"This sword might appeared ordinary but this sword contain the mysterious origin of universe even the empyrean sword realm was created through it. Otherwise, why would the Empyrean Sword Realm be the paradise for swordsmen?"

"No one truly knew why this sword contained the origin of the universe, nor who had forged it."

"Perhaps only the legendary First Empyrean Sword Sovereign—the first being to ever reach the Sovereign Realm within this world—knew the truth."

"But that ancient existence had vanished long ago, disappearing across the eras, leaving behind nothing but legends and unanswered questions."

Apollo hearing this was shocked and couldn't help but look at the old rusty sword again, that this sword was the severed origin of the universe and the system sent him here for it.

Although he cannot figure it out but since sword Sovereign said this should be true. It might be his strength is too weak to truly understand its mysteriousness.

As Apollo was thinking about the sword, the voice of the sword sovereign rang again in his ear.

"But if you want to take it, it isn't going to be easy."

The Sword Sovereign continued calmly, "Although the sword appears ordinary and broken, no one has ever been able to pull it out since the beginning—not even me, nor the other two Sovereigns. We cannot affect it in any way. It cannot be destroyed, nor can it be moved."

He paused, then looked directly at Apollo.

"So if you wish to claim it, I cannot help you. Everything will depend on you alone."

Hearing this, his expression changed, as he didn't expect it to be so tricky that even Sovereign couldn't pull it out. So would he be able to take it? He wasn't sure, but he had to try it.

This was his mission and his way out of here; otherwise, he didn't know how to leave this time period.

Suppressing his doubts, Apollo stopped overthinking. There was no meaning in hesitation now.

He slowly approached the ancient sword embedded in the ground. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The Sword Sovereign did not stop him. Instead, he watched quietly, his gaze calm yet expectant. Even he wished to see whether Apollo could pull the sword free—and whether the long-buried secret of this blade would finally be revealed.

Apollo's eyes locked into his; he once again tried using his spiritual senses to see if he could see or feel something, but sadly he felt nothing.

Calmly, he reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around the old sword's hilt.

Still, nothing happened.

There was no resistance, no resonance, no unexpected reaction of any kind. It felt no different from gripping an ordinary, rusted blade.

And that was what unsettled him the most.

Seeing this, he started to feel a bit nervous, as it seemed it wasn't going to be easy.

"Alright, bring it on." With that his blood started boiling, and with all his raw strength he tried to pull the sword out.

Boom!

The violent force of his pull erupted into a shockwave that rippled across the ground—yet the sword did not budge in the slightest.

Not even a fraction.

Apollo did not stop.

His aura flared violently as divine energy surged through his body. This time, he invoked his Eternal Sword Rule, letting it flow unrestrained into his grasp.

Boom!

The moment the Eternal Sword Rule manifested, the sword's hilt seemed to tremble—if only slightly.

Apollo's eyes lit up.

"Aah!"

Hope surged through him, but it faded just as quickly. The tremor stopped. The sword remained firmly embedded, unmoved despite his full exertion.

It still wasn't enough.