Genius Noble With System
Chapter 351: Final outcome

Chapter 351: Final outcome

For a moment, no one spoke. They could only watch as the battlefield bent to his will.

Then a supreme elder among them exhaled slowly. "Now I understand why no one has ever cleared all nine floors of the Tower of Epoch... until him."

Silence fell again, but this time it was a silence of respect.

And fear.

Because what they were witnessing... might be the birth of something far greater than a genius.

But when they saw Apollo’s last sword that split the battlefield, they were utterly terrified. As this kind of strength was too ridiculous.

They weren’t like young geniuses; they were seniors who had reached the eternal god, and some supreme elders even surpassed the eternal god realm, so they could clearly tell the power of that single sword strike.

That single sword strike clearly seemed to have reached the peak of the eternal god, but such an attack was done by a young genius of the true god realm.

"That sword carried the weight of someone standing at the very pinnacle of the Eternal God Realm," a Supreme Elder of the Void Ganges Continent finally said, his eyes filled with deep dread. "And yet... it came from a young man barely at the True God stage."

For a moment, no one dared speak.

They weren’t mere bystanders. They were Eternal Gods. Some among them had stepped beyond that, touching realms of power so refined and vast that they stood like pillars of their respective civilisations.

But this youth—Apollo—had shown a level of destructive strength that rivalled them.

And all of them knew it—this was no longer a question of whether he would become a powerhouse in the future.

It was a question of how long the heavens themselves could contain him.

A moment later Apollo and the other two appeared outside, where already people were waiting for him. They had witnessed all the battle through the divine mirror and were in awe.

As Apollo stepped out of the exit portal.

The space around him rippled, and the light from the portal dimmed behind him. Beside him, Sara and Clark emerged—quiet, bloodstained, their expressions solemn. But all eyes were on the one who walked a few paces ahead.

Apollo.

His aura had calmed, no longer surging with the wrath of war, yet an oppressive stillness lingered around him—a silence so heavy it felt divine.

No one spoke.

No one dared.

Even the Eternal God-level elders found themselves swallowing their instinctive pride.

At that moment Kael from the Sky Tower stepped forward. He bowed slightly, his voice carrying both gravitas and admiration.

"Congratulations, Young Master Apollo, for returning triumphant."

His words echoed, and for a moment, no one dared interrupt.

Kael straightened and looked directly at Apollo, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Behind him, several other Sky Tower envoys nodded solemnly. Some older geniuses from previous generations watching clenched their fists—half in envy, half in disbelief. Even the higher elders, most of whom had crossed into the Eternal God realm, glanced at each other in silent acknowledgement.

Apollo, still calm, let the silence linger before giving a slight nod in return. Then he calmly, without saying anything, followed Kael, who led them to the resting place of the Sky Tower members.

The battle within the sanctum continued, and geniuses from the three universes and inhabitants within the sanctum had their lives on the line.

It took an hour until the last two thousand people entered the portal and finally left the sanctum. And destroying the last hopes of warriors to leave this place.

Behind them, the portal pulsed one final time before sealing shut with a soft hum, like the closing of a tomb.

And just like that—the battle was over.

But the cost was unimaginable.

Of the eight hundred geniuses who had reached the portal, only one hundred fifty emerged.

The rest... never returned.

Many had been incinerated in the crossfire. Others had chosen to hold the line so their comrades could escape. Some were slain just inches from salvation.

The survivors bore haunted eyes, their once-proud battle garments tattered and soaked in blood. They were the ones who had clawed their way through madness, bloodshed, and fate itself.

Yet they were not the only ones who came through.

A crowd of unfamiliar faces—natives of the sanctum—followed behind them, their eyes wide with disbelief as they breathed their first air of freedom in untold aeons. These were warriors who had been born, raised, and buried in that prison, never knowing if escape was anything more than a myth.

But now they stood outside... free.

But thankfully, geniuses like Arvain survived and were able to return. In fact, all one hundred and fifty were the best among the best, as they made it out. The future will definitely belong to these geniuses.

They all quickly returned to their respective power from where they came, but not all outcomes brought celebration.

Many smaller factions, those who had invested everything into a single genius making it into the top thousand, were now left crippled. Their hopes turned to ash within the sanctum. Generations of effort... lost in a single war.

Some mourned in silence. Others cursed the heavens. And a few already began to scheme ways to recover—alliances, mergers, or even surrendering to stronger powers.

Time passed, and the next day quickly arrived, and the surviving geniuses were gathered again.

Healers had worked through the night. Sacred springs and divine medicines were used to help them recover as much as possible.

A vast floating platform, wreathed in heavenly runes and golden mist, hovered high above the land—a throne of reward prepared by none other than the Void Ganges Continent.

There, representatives of the ancient powers, old monsters, and lords waited, each seated with reverence.

They came to witness.

Because the survivors of the sanctum were no longer just juniors—they were beacons, legends-in-the-making, and the future rulers of their realms.

And today, they would be rewarded. All of them wanted to know the reward this time, as the ability of the genius of this time was many times better, so they were looking forward to what kind of reward Void Ganges content would give.