This wasn't the end; after devouring the last bit of the soul, the book of death burst out with a mysterious aura that instantly let him feel enlightenment, and his rule of death started to rise rapidly again.
In that instant, countless streams of enlightenment flowed into his mind, surging like a tidal wave.
Each droplet was dense with the experiences, insights, and understandings of the fragmented soul— memories of death battles, destruction of countless worlds, mastery over countless lifespans, and comprehension of death's finality across eons.
Apollo's Rule of Death, which had just barely stepped into the first layer, began to tremble violently. The invisible chains that bound his comprehension started to crack.
Crack! Crack!
Within seconds, his Rule of Death, which any ordinary genius might have spent hundreds or thousands of years cultivating, began to rise at a monstrous speed—First Layer... Half-Step Second Layer... Second Layer... Rising still...
