Still, Apollo didn't stop.
Even though he knew the divine energy wouldn't be enough to take him past the Void God realm, he wasn't disappointed — far from it. Reaching the peak of the Void God stage in such a short span was already a monumental leap.
He sat calmly at the centre of the lake, his breath slow and steady, like an ancient deity meditating beneath a moonlit sky. Every inhale drew in strands of divine power; every exhale released faint silvery mist filled with divine energy.
He could feel it — his internal world expanding further, becoming more stable, more refined.
"Good," he murmured under his breath, voice low and tranquil. He wasn't greedy even though he wouldn't reach true god level, but his strength still increased many times, and when he reaches the peak of true god, his strength should surpass middle-stage eternal and be close to late-stage.
And with every breath, every ripple in the divine lake, he was forging that foundation into something unshakeable.
