Genius Noble With System-Chapter 459: Pulling out the Ancient Sword

But he saw hope, which ignited his will to overcome 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 someone 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 Elements rules, refined over a decade within the Sword Tomb, surged together in perfect resonance.

His aura exploded.

His aura at the moment 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 time, the ancient sword truly reacted.

Zzzssss… Zsssss…

Slowly it was trembling and seemed to resonate, releasing mysterious power that seemed to enlighten things; even the entire Empyrean sword realm seemed to be reacting.

Space itself seemed 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 swordsmen 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 swordsmen 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 swordsmen began to overwhelm their opponents. Excitement 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 moment, 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 meant 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—

Something 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 some time pulling more than half of the sword, the energy draining reached a terrifying level, and he was about to lose consciousness when something unexpected happened.

From deep within Apollo's body, a fragmented sword suddenly emerged. 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 something like this to happen out of nowhere.

The sword that came out suddenly was the fragment sword which he bought in the auction at Astral Void Station years ago when he travelled outside for the first time. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He never imagined it would possess such a deep connection to this ancient sword.

For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered in his mind. Was this a good sign—or a bad one?

But he did not have time to dwell on it.

As with the resonance, it suddenly merged with the old sword, and instantly the old sword seemed to be completely transformed.

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 former, rusted self. It shone with an ethereal brilliance, radiating a soft silver aura that seemed neither sharp nor violent, yet carried an unfathomable depth.