At that moment within the hall of the crown prince's mansion, hundreds of warriors from different places were already gathered.
Hundreds of warriors had assembled, each radiating a fearsome aura that warped the very air. The polished jade floor shuddered faintly beneath the weight of their collective presence.
Even the weakest among them had already stepped into the Void God Realm, and dozens more bore the oppressive majesty of True Gods. Just a decade ago, the True God Realm was a legend, and now they weren't even the strongest here.
There were three figures present whose aura clearly surpassed that of a true god and who had reached the level of the eternal god realm.
Two of such figures were standing beside the Crown Prince. But the third Eternal God was not at the prince's side.
He stood calmly among a group of young lords, their auras sharp and blazing. Each one was extraordinary, not weaker than Lucifer himself, their eyes carrying the same pride as those destined to carve their names into history.
Along with Crown Prince Lucifer was Prince Michael, who seemed to be waiting for someone.
"It seems the Apollo hasn'tarrived yet." Prince Lucifer said as he knew whom his brother was looking for.
"Hmm, he should be coming soon." Michael replied calmly, as he didn't think Apollo was a person who forgot things.
As if on cue, the air outside the great hall rippled.
In the next instant, Apollo appeared.
The protective formations woven into the mansion flared faintly, reacting instinctively to the disturbance, before dimming again. His arrival was silent, without thunder or spectacle—yet every Eternal God and True God inside felt it, a subtle pressure that made the very air quiver for a heartbeat.
Apollo paused outside the hall, his expression curling slightly as his senses brushed over the gathered might within.
"So many…" he murmured under his breath before stepping forward.
Since he didn't try to hide, others naturally noticed him. His realm from outside was of the peak of the true god realm, which might not be the strongest but was definitely within the top ten among the group of people present and naturally piqued everyone's interest.
Murmurs spread, subtle but sharp, as geniuses and veterans alike measured him with their spiritual senses. Some wore faint frowns, others narrow smiles, and more than a few held the glint of rivalry in their eyes.
On the dais, the Crown Prince's lips curved faintly, his gaze sharpening. Beside him, Michael's brows lifted ever so slightly, surprise flickering in his calm demeanour.
They had expected Apollo to be strong—but this strong, this soon? Even knowing his extraordinary potential, neither had anticipated he would have already climbed to the very peak of the True God Realm.
A hint of satisfaction passed between them, though neither spoke. His strength would definitely be helpful, as they believe he wasn't an ordinary true god.
"You finally came. Come, we were just waiting for you." The crown prince quickly welcomed him.
He nodded, joined them, and silently observed the gathered warriors prepared for this dangerous journey.
Most of them were strong, but his attention naturally settled on the three Eternal Gods present. Their presence was heavy—each exuding an oppressive aura that made the air subtly tremble.
The two from the Sacred Light Empire. One with grey hair and broad shoulders had reached the middle stage of the Eternal God Realm, and the other was a middle-aged man with golden hair who had already stepped into the late stage.
Neither could be considered weaklings among their rank; both carried the quiet confidence of those who had survived countless battles and stood at the summit of their generation.
Apollo could tell—they were genuine experts, not some old, weakened warriors who lost the will to improve.
The other Eternal god who seems to be not from the Sacred Light Empire also wasn't weak and also was in the middle level of the Eternal God realm. But what was interesting about him was his spiritual power was stronger than the most eternal god he had seen, and he also seemed to have some mysterious bloodline.
A flicker of curiosity stirred within him. He turned his gaze toward Prince Michael, quietly seeking an answer about this eternal god—who he was and from where he had come.
Michael remained silent for a moment before speaking. "This senior is from the Ancient Dream Clan, and those beside him are the young masters of their clan."
'Ancient dream clan.' It was new information for him, as he didn't fully know about every ancient clan hidden in Rion, as it has a history of nine eras.
But he can be sure they were a tricky clan just from the spiritual strength he felt from him.
With that said, Michael slowly began introducing Apollo to the others. The gathered warriors also took turns introducing themselves, allowing everyone to gain a general understanding of each other's background and strength.
After small talk, he had a general understanding and couldn't help but be shocked by the hidden strength of Rion. But more importantly, he was looking forward to the God ruins, as it seems it was a big deal, and many others from all over the Rion will be coming.
"Let's go." The Crown Prince said, and then above the castle a massive floating ship appeared. Which they all quickly boarded.
In truth, they could have flown directly to the Necros Continent—it wouldn't have taken much time. However, despite the continents becoming closer and travel between them easier recently, the Necros Continent remained different. A terrifying ancient power still lingered there, making it difficult even for True Gods to cross safely.
The power of desolation shrouded the entire continent like an invisible barrier. Even True Gods who attempted to fly through it would slowly feel their minds and bodies erode under its influence.
Because of that, they were using this skyship—one strong enough to withstand even attacks from Eternal Gods.
As they boarded and left, various groups from different corners also seemed to move towards the Necros continent.