Genius Noble With System
Chapter 298: Breakthrough in Eternal Sword Aura

Chapter 298: Breakthrough in Eternal Sword Aura

He calmly walked towards his goal, the Celestial Sword Monolith, following the sword path that led them straight to it. The path itself wasn’t simple, as it was like the sword severed the world and made this mysterious path that oozes sword power. Even walking here also has some effect on swordsmen’s understanding.

Apollo calmly walked forward, his pace unhurried yet firm, each step landing lightly on the ancient Sword Path. Serena followed closely behind, her eyes flickering with curiosity as she sensed the unique sword aura that radiated from the very stones under their feet.

Every stone, every crack, every breath of air along the path was filled with sword power. The rules of the sword flowed invisibly through the air, wrapping around the bodies and minds of all who dared to walk it.

For some weaker swordsmen, just standing on the path for a few minutes was enough to cause their sword aura to tremble uncontrollably, as if kneeling before an ancient ancestor.

But for him, the sensation was entirely different.

The Eternal Sword Aura within him resonated deeply. Each step he took was like pressing his feet against the heartbeat of countless ancient swordsmen, their wills buried in the stones themselves. Instead of being suppressed, his sword aura actually grew sharper, as if this was the home it had been waiting for all along.

He seemed to learn something from these countless sword auras coming out from everywhere. Instead of facing them, he seemed to merge them with his eternal sword Aura, making it more complete and increasing his foundation.

With the improvement it is showing in a day or two, he will perfectly build his sword foundation for his further breakthrough. In fact, he wanted to, but he could break through the perfection stage immediately, but he didn’t do that.

What he wanted was not a simple breakthrough. He wanted to forge the strongest sword foundation possible—a foundation so terrifying that the moment he broke through, his aura would skyrocket to an unimaginable level.

He even speculated that with this level of preparation, his Eternal Sword Aura might reach 99% completion instantly, perhaps even touching upon the natural comprehension of a sword rule directly upon breakthrough.

Although the improvement was fast, he still didn’t slow down as compared to the main area; this place was nothing.

"Let’s go," he said softly, his voice calm yet carrying a sharpness that made Serena instinctively straighten her back.

The two moved quickly, gliding down the Sword Path like phantoms. Their destination—the Celestial Sword Monolith, the legendary place where the will of the ultimate sword slept—awaited them like an ancient king seated upon his throne.

After some time, they finally arrived at their goal: the Celestial Sword Monolith. They watched the massive, sky-touching sword monolith, which was, after millions of years, a holy land for swordsmen.

They didn’t dare to look directly as they felt a tingling sensation in their eyes. Even Apollo felt the same. There was something very mysterious about the power of sword rule here, which made him a bit excited.

The surface of the monolith was covered in ancient sword marks, each one a story—some elegant and refined, others wild and savage. They weren’t simple scratches; each mark radiated a fragment of sword will, left behind by peerless swordmasters who had once stood where he now stood.

Together, these countless marks formed a symphony of swords, echoing across time, filling the land with a resonance that made every swordsman’s soul tremble.

He smiled faintly, the sharpness in his gaze growing clearer. "Let’s go closer. I want to see just how much this place can offer me."

There were quite a lot of people at the foot of the monolith. What stood out most was the gigantic staircase carved into the earth itself, leading closer and closer to the Celestial Sword Monolith. Tens of thousands of swordsmen were sitting there and were trying to understand the mysterious and powerful sword law from it.

The higher the stairs they climb, the closer they come to it, and the intensity of sword rule also increases.

The first few hundred steps were packed with younger swordsmen—some still at the level of swordsmen with understanding sword aura less than 60%.They struggled just to remain seated, sweat pouring down their faces as their bodies instinctively resisted the crushing pressure of sword rules.

Further up, the crowd thinned out dramatically. Each step upward brought them closer to the true essence of the monolith’s sword rule—and the pressure increased exponentially.

It was said that only three people ever reached the very top, where the monolith itself seemed to pulse like a living heart.

He took all this in silently. The atmosphere was solemn—no one spoke, and no one dared to disrupt the cultivation of others here. This was a sacred battlefield of comprehension, where swordsmen came not to fight each other but to compete against themselves—against the limits of their own sword dao.

Serena stood beside him, her expression calm but slightly curious. "So, Lord, what’s your plan? Are you going to start now?"

"Naturally, why waste time? You can stay here; I am going." With that, he quickly walked towards the steps.

He took a step forward, directly placing his foot on the first stair.

The moment his foot touched it, the surroundings around him trembled slightly.

And the Eternal Sword Aura within him naturally started to resonate with the stairs. Each step pulsed under his feet, as if recognising him—not as a challenger, but as one of their own.

He didn’t feel much pressure as it was just the beginning. But he didn’t immediately start to climb up but carefully felt and understood the sword power surrounding him.

He remained at the first step for half an hour, which naturally attracted the attention of countless swordsmen, but mostly not for good reason, as the first step is the easiest and almost everybody can cross it.

So, many started to mock Apollo, saying different things.

"Hey, who is this guy? From his face, he looked like some extraordinary person, but his performance is so low."

"How the hell did he come here with this kind of understanding?"

"I thought he was some hidden genius, but it turns out he’s just trash."

The mocking voices grew louder, and soon, laughter followed. A few swordsmen even shook their heads in pity or disdain, already dismissing him as some overconfident fool who bit off more than he could chew.

Yet Apollo didn’t react—not to the laughter, the insults, or even the occasional jeers thrown his way. He wasn’t ignoring them out of arrogance.

He simply couldn’t hear them at all.

Because at that moment, his entire mind, body, and soul were fully immersed in the profound mysteries hidden within that very first step.

For most swordsmen, the first step was just an entry point—a symbolic threshold they crossed without thought. But to Apollo, whose Eternal Sword Aura was born from countless fragments of sword powers, this step was far more than a simple stone.

It was a convergence point—a place where the most basic, yet most fundamental, sword mysteries gathered. Sword aura, sword will, sword flow, sword stance—all these elemental truths lay quietly buried beneath the surface, ignored by those too impatient to notice.

Apollo’s eyes were closed, but in his mind’s eye, he saw layers upon layers of ancient sword marks carved into the stone beneath his feet—some soft and flowing like water, others fierce and sharp like lightning splitting the sky.

And he was digesting them all.

He wasn’t stuck—he was refining.

Refining his foundation, stripping away imperfections in his sword aura, blending the insights of countless ancient swordsmen into his own Eternal Sword Aura. Every second here sharpened him, like a sword being polished against the whetstone of history itself.

The first step trembled beneath his feet.

Without a word, Apollo opened his eyes as he ascended to the next step, his gaze still calm, but now carrying a subtle weight that made those nearby instinctively hold their breath.

And after climbing the next step, he once again closed his eyes and started to understand every inch of aura.

The process continued five steps, eight steps... fifteen steps, twenty steps. He maintained his slow yet steady speed. And people slowly stopped talking as they seemed to lose interest as he seemed to be caught with the weakest group.

But they didn’t know the terrifying change had happened within him.

"I cannot suppress anymore." Apollo opened his eyes on the twentieth step.

Boom

And instantly the Eternal Sword aura within him shattered some limit and burst out.

"90%...."

But it wasn’t over; the Eternal Sword Aura continued to climb up.

91%, 92%, 93%...

94%... 95%...

The air grew thin as the pressure from Apollo’s sword aura began to radiate outward. The mocking swordsmen, who had lost interest moments ago, suddenly felt their swords trembling uncontrollably in their sheaths.

"What the hell is happening?"

"What kind of sword aura can affect others like this?"