"Welcome to the Creation Sword Sanctuary," the old Transcendent said, a faint smile appearing on his weathered face.
The moment the words left his lips, the world itself seemed to acknowledge the name.
Humm—
Invisible sword energy rippled outward like a silent tide. The air trembled, space tightened, and countless unseen blades resonated in unison. It was not hostility—nor welcome—but recognition, as though the Sanctuary itself was observing Apollo.
Apollo felt it immediately.
His Eternal Sword Rule surged; it was like feeling excited, as it seemed to have returned home.
But he quickly calmed it down, as it wasn't time for that; he knew who called him here and who it was.
He took a slow breath, steadying himself. "So this is the Creation Sword Sanctuary," he said quietly.
He in the archive of the outpost already learnt about this place, as it was the centre of the entire Empyrean sword realm. Here is the gathering of all the top powerhouses of the three thousand domains.
