Genius Noble With System
Chapter 329: Confrontation with Ancient Soul

Chapter 329: Confrontation with Ancient Soul

All three of them felt pain in their heads, but it quickly calmed down. Sara and Clark both staggered, grabbing their temples as the surge of ancient knowledge and power slammed into their minds. The pain was sharp, like needles piercing their souls—but just as quickly, it faded, leaving behind a cold, vast clarity.

Apollo was the first to adjust and instantly felt the energy from this inheritance gush into him. And the energy was something he was quite clear about.

"Death energy," he mumbled as terrifying death energy and rule death enveloped him.

The crystal orb now hovered before him, spinning slowly, as black and grey runes floated around it in graceful arcs. Every rune pulsed with the rhythm of death that changed the atmosphere of the entire place.

Clark and Sara were struggling, as the power of the death rule was too strong even though most of it was concentrated on Apollo.

They all felt something was wrong, as even if it was inheritance left by someone who majored in the rule of death, they shouldn’t have felt this uncomfortable as the death energy tried to corrode their divided bodies.

Clark coughed, his voice hoarse. "This isn’t right... This energy isn’t passive. It’s hostile. It’s trying to devour us."

Sara nodded, sweat beading on her forehead despite the cold. "It’s not just an inheritance.

Apollo remained calm even though he also noticed that this death energy was weird and trying to corrode his indestructible divine body. He wanted to see what kind of mysteries were hidden in it.

In that instant the Book of Death, which hadn’t shown any moment for a long time, became active and slowly started to devour the death energy that was trying to corrode him.

With the Book of Death’s intervention, not only the death energy couldn’t do anything, but he also felt his law of death showed improvement.

Feeling this, he became calmer; he even wanted to stay like that for more time, as the more time he spent, the more death energy the book of death would devour, and the more feedback he would get.

The black pages of the Book of Death floated silently within his mind, like an ancient artifact awakened by instinct rather than command. Dark symbols glimmered faintly on its surface—each rune pulsing in rhythm with the death energy that poured into it like a river returning to its source.

As more of the corrupted death energy was devoured by the Book of Death, Apollo’s aura began to change subtly.

Clark and Sara, standing beside, could only watch as their eyes widened in disbelief. A moment ago they were terrified by the corrosive death energy, and now suddenly those energies seemed to be swallowed by Apollo.

"Damn you, stop! Stop it!" As the book of death was swallowing the death energy, a terrifying voice echoed.

The voice that echoed through the chamber was ancient, ragged, and filled with a mix of fury and desperation. It didn’t enter through their ears—it boomed directly into their souls, shaking their thoughts and freezing their hearts for a split second.

Even Apollo’s calm expression flickered for a moment. He can feel the ancient and mysterious feeling just from the voice.

Sara and Clark instinctively took a step back, their bodies trembling as their instincts screamed at them. They were true gods now—yet before that voice, they felt like mortal children standing before a storm.

The voice raged again, stronger this time.

"You dare devour my power!?"

The orb before Apollo stopped spinning.

The black and grey runes began to twist—warping into jagged, broken sigils, as if something inside the crystal was awakening against its will. Faint wisps of shadow coiled from the pedestal, congealing into a humanoid silhouette formed entirely of black smoke and death energy, towering over the trio like a phantom god.

The space around them cracked, and it seemed to turn into a land of death and decay. Clark and Sara even felt it difficult to stand up, and they were forced to kneel in front of this aura.

Looking at the floating figure, Apollo’s expression changed, as although he could see it was just a spiritual thought, the pressure he felt was terrifying.

Even eternal gods didn’t bring him such pressure; only those transcended masters surpassing eternal gods can have powerful auras.

A silence thicker than death settled over the chamber.

The smoke-cloaked figure didn’t have eyes, yet Apollo felt its gaze pierce straight through his soul—cold, eternal, and ancient beyond reason. The Book of Death in his mind trembled slightly, its pages rustling without wind, responding to this overwhelming pressure.

It still continued to swallow the death energy without stopping, which angered the floating ancient god.

"How dare you? Did I tell you to stop, human?"

He was very angry, as the death energy isn’t just simple energy but also his lifelong essence of the rule of death. First, he was very happy to see the three of them, especially Apollo, whose body was beyond even his imagination. Now aftereons, he can finally leave this place.

It was a perfect vessel for him, and he even felt he maybe could go beyond this time with such a monstrous vessel. But this guy turned out to be extremely weird, and his death energy filled with the rule of death didn’t seem to affect him at all; instead, it was being swallowed.

Apollo’s expression remained calm, but his heart was already beating faster. He understood now. This wasn’t just some dormant inheritance crystal—it was a trap, carefully crafted and buried deep within the ruins for god knows how long. And the shadowy figure before them... wasn’t just a phantom.

It was a remnant soul of a being who had once surpassed the Eternal God realm—one of the transcendent ancients who had dabbled too deeply in the rule of death.

Yet even as the pressure bore down on him, Apollo did not retreat.

The Book of Death within him let out a low, humming pulse. More death energy flowed into it—like a bottomless abyss, it devoured every trace that tried to infect Apollo. The more it consumed, the stronger the understanding of the laws of death became.

The figure of death flickered violently, its voice warping with fury and disbelief.

"You... You dare refine my law? My origin!? Do you know who I am? How dare you try to steal from me?"

He roared and wanted to directly go inside Apollo’s body to destroy his soul and control this perfect body. But he was an old monster who was able to survive still due to his shrewdness, not to mention the calmness shown by Apollo; he also felt this kid was weird, and he even could not see through him.

Apollo stood tall, even as the towering god-spirit raged in disbelief.

Inside him, the Book of Death pulsed like a heartbeat from the underworld, its pages opening wider with every moment. Glowing runes emerged from the void of its script—living, breathing fragments of a law so profound it made the death energy outside seem crude and clumsy by comparison.

’No, it cannot go on like this.’ The ancient floating entity didn’t hold back anymore, as if making a move later would cause him to lose most of his power.

"World of Death!"

It instantly attacked as the power rule of death enveloped the entire chamber and turned it into a vast world of death.

The chamber shook violently. Space fractured. Time seemed to slow.

Darkness bled into every crack, and in the blink of an eye, reality twisted.

The entire chamber dissolved and reformed into a twisted landscape of death incarnate—a barren wasteland beneath a darkened sky, filled with crumbling bones, endless fog, and the distant cries of tormented souls. Every breath was decay. Every heartbeat was a countdown.

Sara and Clark were instantly crushed to their knees. Even their divine bodies trembled as the World of Death suppressed their life force. Their skin paled, lips cracked, and their lifeforce flows began to flicker like dying embers.

It wasn’t just an illusion—this was a true pseudo-world of death, the condensed embodiment of the ancient god’s rule.

But Apollo... stood unmoved. Although he also felt unimaginable suppression, and even his body, stronger than seventh-rank divine weapons, started to be destroyed.

The Book of Death within him responded immediately. It quickly emitted pure death power that quickly let him break free from the deadly constraint of the rule of death.

Schiiing—

He drew his sword.

The chamber trembled.

His expression turned sharp, utterly calm—and deadly. At that moment, he no longer held anything back. Every law he understood—eternal sword rule, space, destruction, lunar, fire and even traces of time—merged into one devastating strike.

His divine power surged from his core, boiling, rising, compressing into the sword until the entire sword glowed like a collapsed star.

The sword pulsed with layered mysteries filled with a complex, sacred, violent, and elegant aura.

He lifted it above his head, and even the broken space around him trembled.

"Break."

With a single motion, he swung.

It wasn’t a sword strike—it was judgement.