Genius Noble With System-Chapter 460: Suppressed Abyss

The sword seemed to have turned into a brand-new sword, yet the ancient aura of an unknown time still lingered on it. Apollo felt his heart connected to it.

Thump! Thump!

It seemed to synchronise with his heartbeat.

With every heartbeat his aura seemed to become stronger, spreading outward in quiet waves. The exhaustion that had nearly overwhelmed him began to vanish, and his drained strength returned at a terrifying speed.

But it was not merely recovery.

Apollo could feel it clearly—everything about him was being refined.

His divine energy became purer. His spirit sharpened. His soul grew denser, more profound.

With every passing moment, he was becoming stronger, as if the sword itself was tempering him, reshaping him into something closer to perfection.

His aura becomes stronger with every heartbeat. His physique and soul seemed to be evolving, while his eternal sword rule seemed to be showing signs of a breakthrough. His decades of tempering sword tombs come into play along with the mysterious energy of the ancient sword.

The ancient sword seemed to contain the power of the universe, and from this he seemed to be enlightened. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Silently—without turbulence, without resistance—his middle fourth-layer Eternal Sword Rule advanced into the high fourth layer.

The breakthrough was smooth and natural, like water following its course. There were no violent phenomena, no overwhelming fluctuations—only quiet perfection.

Apollo himself remained calm.

Yet elsewhere, the battlefield of the Empyrean Sword Realm told a completely different story.

The war had reached a decisive turn.

The Empyrean Sword Realm was clearly gaining the upper hand. Abyssal armies were being crushed one after another, their formations collapsing under relentless sword energies as they were steadily annihilated.

The world seemed to be getting stronger and stronger after Apollo took out the ancient sword; it didn’t stop the Empyrean Sword Realm suppression; instead, it became stronger.

It was like it was returning back to its peak status. The swordsmen guided by the world seemed to be enlightened in this gruesome war and were becoming stronger and stronger every moment.

The lower tiers of the battlefield—Eternal Gods and below—had become completely one-sided.

Abyssal armies were crushed under relentless suppression, their strength steadily drained, while the swordsmen of the Empyrean Sword Realm broke through their limits again and again, advancing in cultivation as they cut down their enemies.

Blood and sword energy filled the heavens.

This was no longer merely a battle.

It was a purge—and the Abyss was the one being erased.

On the other side, the battle of transcendents wasn’t that one-sided even though they were suppressed, but defeating and killing a transcendent wasn’t easy.

But the situation seems to have started to change as the world seemed to be returning to its peak, and now even the transcendents of the abyss were being pushed into the corners.

The Transcendents of the Empyrean Sword Realm could clearly feel it—they were being empowered by the world itself, much like standing within a grand formation used by a Domain Lord.

The difference was—

This time, there was no formation.

Every one of them was receiving the world’s blessing.

Boom!

The void shattered, and finally an abyssal transcendent who was in battle for long seems to have finally reached his limit and couldn’t withstand the growing pressure; he was overwhelmed and slain by an Empyrean Sword Realm Transcendent.

It was the beginning.

This seems to have ignited all the transcendents of the Empyrean sword realm, as they finally felt they had to not just simply overcome but annihilate their enemies.

They cannot let this chance go; millions of years of hate finally exploded, and they all madly tried their best, not caring for anything. All they wanted was to kill the enemies in front of them.

The transcendent level reached its climax with the madness of the Empyrean sword realm transcendents who give their all, not caring anything to destroy their enemies.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Terrifying, apocalyptic destruction tore through the heavens and earth. One Abyssal Transcendent after another fell, erased amid the chaos.

The balance of the high-level battlefield completely collapsed.

The tide of war had decisively turned.

In the deep infinite void the situation was noticed by the sovereign, though they were light years away. They still can see everything as clear as the sky.

All of them looked surprised, but the grave expression was from the Abyssal side. They cannot believe what is happening now and why suddenly the world seems to have awakened.

Even the mysterious grim-reaper-like entity locked in battle with the Sword Sovereign noticed the change. For the first time, his expression shifted.

It was not because Abyssal Transcendents were dying—their lives meant nothing to him.

What truly shocked him was the power of the Empyrean Sword Realm itself.

A power that should not have returned.

"How could it be awakened? No one should be able to awaken it," it murmured in shock.

Sword Sovereign, seeing this, smiled, as he knew that Just Apollo had really succeeded.

"What’s wrong?" The Sword Sovereign said calmly, his voice carrying quiet confidence. "You look surprised."

He paused, then continued, each word landing like a blade.

"It seems you won’t be able to take it after all. After searching for millions of years... you still lost."

The calmness of his tone made the words all the more cruel.

The expression of the grim entity darkened instantly.

Beside him, the Shadow Sovereign—barely clinging to existence after being weakened countless times—also stiffened, disbelief and fear flashing across his face.

They understood now.

The thing they had sought for eras—had chosen someone else.

"No, it cannot be." The shadow sovereign roared as he gave everything for this mission. He cannot believe everything was going to be lost like this. If he returns with nothing, his fate might be worse than death.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" The grim, reaper-like entity commanded coldly as he moved to restrain the Sword Sovereign, preventing him from intervening.

"Find it. There is still time."

The Sword Sovereign’s eyes narrowed, but for the moment, he was held in place.

The Shadow Sovereign understood instantly.

Gathering the last remnants of his strength, he turned without hesitation and rushed toward the Empyrean Sword Realm, his figure tearing through the void as desperation burnt in his eyes.