Apollo's eternal sword aura continued to climb higher without showing any sign of slowing down, and just in a minute, it reached the peak of perfection.
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It was just a hint away from the mysterious level of sword rule. But it seemed it met with a difficulty as something seems to be missing.
The bridge between aura and rule—that final veil separating him from stepping into the mysterious level of sword rule—refused to break.
However, unlike others who would grow frustrated or desperate, Apollo was different. Instead of trying to force his way through, he let go.
He allowed his Eternal Sword Aura to fully merge with the surrounding sword field, like a drop of water falling into a boundless ocean of swords.
And then, something bizarre happened.
All the sword auras lingering on the lower steps—the traces left behind by countless swordsmen over the ages—began trembling uncontrollably, as if summoned by a higher existence.
