Genius Noble With System
Chapter 256: Conspiracy of different factions

Chapter 256: Conspiracy of different factions

Apollo and Serena left the place and returned to their ship, but the news of the battle quickly travelled through the galaxy and was already known to every power in the Zeta galaxy. As it is not every day such a battle takes place in their galaxy.

In the heart of the galaxy, at the council of the Zeta Alliance, leaders from the most powerful factions convened in haste. Holographic images of the Astral Void Station’s ruins were displayed, and the accounts of survivors were recounted in hushed, disbelieving tones.

"A single man facing seven Void Gods—and winning?" One elder mused, his expression grim.

"Not just winning," corrected another, his voice tinged with unease. "Crushing. And that woman... She’s a mystery we cannot ignore. We need to know who they are, where they come from, and what their intentions are."

"And it seems someone from the lord’s clan with some guest from outside the galaxy also died there."

As the person said that, all of them looked at the centre figure sitting with an all-powerful aura. From the beginning, he didn’t say anything as he just listened to everyone talk.

The central figure remained calm, his expression showing neither anger nor hatred as he spoke in an authoritative tone. "Find out everything about them—where they came from, their affiliations, their purpose. Leave no stone unturned. Once our special guests arrive, we will decide on the necessary steps."

The weight of the command hung in the air, silencing any murmurs of dissent. Without another word, the meeting adjourned.

The gathered individuals dispersed swiftly, each tasked with their own role in uncovering the mystery surrounding Apollo.

Agents were sent out, networks activated, and whispers carried across galaxies as the wheels of inquiry turned. The focus was now squarely on Apollo, the mysterious figure who had disrupted their plans.

Not only outside the station but also within its hidden depths, in a secluded space shrouded in ancient runes and filled with dark and eerie energy, a group of mysterious beings had also gathered. The air was thick with tension, and their hushed voices echoed faintly within the shadowy chamber.

"Damn it, where did such a strong bitch woman come from?" One of the figures growled, their voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. His form, an amorphous mass of black mist, shifted erratically as if barely able to contain their agitation.

"Just a fragment of her spiritual thought was enough to make my entire mind tingle with the sensation of death and destruction. If I had stayed even a second longer, I’d have been obliterated!"

The other beings in the room exchanged uneasy glances, their silhouettes distorted by the swirling, malevolent energy that surrounded them. Though none spoke immediately, the oppressive weight of the encounter hung heavily over them all.

Each figure in the chamber was unique in form, a bizarre and unsettling contrast to one another. Some had twisted, elongated limbs that defied natural proportions, while others resembled shifting shadows with no discernible shape.

A few bore grotesque, monstrous images that seemed to writhe and change under the flickering, eerie light. Despite their differences, one thing united them: the strange, oppressive aura that clung to each other like a second skin.

If Serena had been present, her sharp senses would have instantly identified it. This was no ordinary energy—it was the unmistakable, the very unique, energy of the Abyss.

These beings were Abyss Demons, the creatures of legend and terror that countless forces across the universe had been tirelessly searching for.

One of the larger demons, whose body seemed to ripple with crafted metal under a cracked, obsidian-like surface, growled, "That woman... is she really that strong?"

One of the abyssal demons, whose body seemed to ripple with molten lava under a cracked, obsidian-like surface, growled, "I don’t think that woman is that strong; it is just you who is a pussy and afraid of everything. And even stronger, that wouldn’t be much, as you are a true god-level demon." Mockingly said to the mist-like Abyssal demon.

"You fiery bastard, you aren’t much better than me, and don’t forget I have the best spiritual strength among us, so if I felt like that, it would most likely be true." The black mist Abyssal Demon angrily said.

The lava-covered Abyssal Demon, his form seething with bubbling molten cracks, let out a low, guttural rumble but refrained from further argument. The mist-like demon, whose form shifted and swirled like a living shadow, had spoken a truth that none could deny.

Despite his trembling fear, his cunning and perceptiveness had kept him alive through countless years, earning him a begrudging respect among even the most arrogant of their kind.

"Fine," the lava demon growled, his fiery eyes narrowing. "You’re the clever one, Mist. So, what’s your plan? Or are you going to cower here and do nothing?"

"I don’t think we had to worry, as no matter how strong the people who got the key are, when they enter the Forbidden Realm, they will be suppressed and won’t be like us, so we don’t need to worry." Another abyssal demon whose face, or even shape, cannot be seen clearly interrupted the discussion, assuring the group.

The heated arguments among the demons ceased abruptly, their chaotic voices silenced as the weight of realization settled over them. The faint, almost imperceptible echoes of the voice that had just spoken lingered, commanding respect.

The demons, despite their disparate forms and chaotic natures, were not fools. They understood the reality of the situation. Within the Forbidden Realm, the very nature of existence was warped.

Suppression of power, countless hidden dangers, and unpredictable anomalies were constants in such forbidden realms. For beings of the Abyss, accustomed to adapting and thriving in harsh, perilous conditions, the Forbidden Realm was as much a death trap as it was a treasure trove—a twisted paradise where they could excel.

Not to mention they have precious knowledge and some understanding of this Forbidden realm.

The lava demon was the first to speak, his molten form dimming slightly as his anger gave way to calculated acceptance.

"Hmph, so be it. The Forbidden Realm will level the playing field. No matter who holds the key now, it’s meaningless inside. Yes, if anything, the fools will pave the way, clear the traps, and uncover the treasures of our Abyssal demons clan for us."

Other abyssal demons also quickly agreed with it, as the Forbidden Realm is their field with all advantages.

"Okay, we didn’t need to think about who had it, but when it opened, we had to quickly enter without the other being noticed. So be ready for that." The mysterious demon who wasn’t visible said, and after that, they all started to discuss the plan.

The dark energy in the room thickened, a palpable reminder of the gravity of their mission. Their plan was as ruthless as it was precise, designed to ensure their survival and dominance.

Outside, numerous people were discussing and planning against him, but Apollo, on his spaceship, was calm and finally took out the two items he bought in the auction. Now that small troubles have been taken care of, he can look at these two treasures.

First, he was going to feel the broken sword; he felt a very mysterious and powerful sword law from it, which although faint, was very strong.

The moment he saw it in the auction, his Eternal Sword World seemed to tremble, which made him very interested in it, and he didn’t hesitate to buy it.

Apollo held the broken sword with reverence, his usually calm demeanour tinged with curiosity and anticipation. The blade, though shattered and worn, emitted an ethereal aura that resonated with the profound Sword Law.

Its hilt bore intricate carvings, patterns that seemed to shift and align with the faint pulses of energy radiating from the weapon.

As he focused his senses, the Eternal Sword World within him stirred once again, vibrating faintly as though drawn to the artifact.

Apollo closed his eyes and drew the sword closer, his spiritual energy extending toward it cautiously. As his energy intertwined with the broken blade, he was met with powerful resistance, like a guardian refusing entry to a sacred domain.

Suddenly, a torrent of images and sensations flooded Apollo’s mind. The clash of titanic forces, the shattering of worlds, and the relentless clash of swords forged from concepts of eternity. Amidst the chaos, a figure loomed—a towering swordsman whose sword commanded the heavens and cleaved the void itself.

As the vision ended, the broken fragment sword seemed to glow and directly enter his semi-transformed internal world, surprising him.

"What!"

But before he could do anything, his internal world started to expand, and large energy filled with countless mysteries of the world and sword seemed to fill his internal world.

His energy started to increase, and his aura started to climb as the world that was semi-real began to form more compact and real. In just a few minutes, his internal world became twice as large, increasing his strength many times.