Shadow Nine was nearing the summit of the snowy mountain.
Both the Supre Demon God and Apollo had made their final preparations for the ultimate battle.
This was not sothing to be taken lightly.
Before the decisive mont, Apollo decided to take one last walk through the mortal realm.
There were still things he couldn't let go of.
Apollo's first stop was the Forest of Truth.
This ti, however, he didn't seek out Violet.
Instead, he found Shadow One and casually said,
"Violet isn't dead. Perhaps in a hundred years, she'll break through her barriers and have a chance to beco an Ultimate Lord."
Shadow One froze, unsure why Apollo was suddenly telling her this.
Then her expression changed drastically as realization dawned. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Without another word, Apollo turned and left.
After leaving the Forest of Truth, Apollo continued his leisurely walk.
Maxen, his newly minted godson, stayed close by his side, unwilling to leave him for even a mont.
The two soon arrived at a cake shop, where they found two familiar figures hard at work.
Michael, his injuries slightly improved, was back to his old ways-smashing walls with Jas.
The Happy Tis Bakery had been renovated and demolished so many tis that it was hard to keep track.
Apollo looked at his only disciple and said seriously,
"You won't beco an Ultimate Lord within the next twenty years."
Michael froze for a mont, then broke into a wide grin.
If he couldn't beco an Ultimate Lord in the next twenty years, that ant he could after twenty years!
For soone like Michael, who had lived a life of hardship and struggle, this was a light at the end of the tunnel.
He had truly given his all for humanity.
Michael had even died for humanity.
With Apollo's words, even if Apollo never taught him anything else, Michael would still consider him his true master.
Having turned over a new leaf, Michael now had the chance to grow even stronger. He had no regrets left in this life.
Apollo's gaze: ifted to Jas, was standing
After a long pause, Apollo shook his head and said,
"My disciple isn't as good as your disciple."
Michael: ???
He felt both flattered and insulted at the sa ti.
side Michael.
Was Apollo saying that Jas had the potential to surpass him?
After delivering this cryptic remark, Apollo turned and left with Maxen.
Jas, left utterly confused, turned to Michael and asked,
"Instructor Michael, who is your instructor?"
Michael hesitated for a mont before replying,
"When your strength surpasses mine, I'll tell you."
As Apollo disappeared into the distance, Michael looked after him with gratitude in his heart.
He silently asked himself,
"Will my instructor... co back?"
Sighing, Michael decided to focus on sothing more practical.
Like changing his pants.
Apollo and Maxen wandered through Florida.
They stopped by Cain, and Apollo told him that he had tried everything Cain had suggested.
None of it worked.
Cain, embarrassed and at a loss for words, apologized profusely.
Fortunately, Apollo didn't linger, sparing Cain further awkwardness.
Apollo then visited the Abyss.
He didn't do anything, but every demon god there spontaneously swore upon their source never to invade human territory again.
The oppressive presence of a human Supre Being was undeniable.
Following Apollo around, Maxen finally understood what true boring looked like.
Most of the things Apollo wanted to do, he could accomplish effortlessly.
He didn't even need to lift a finger.
Sotis, Apollo would chat with random passersby.
Sotis, he would walk among the clouds, keeping pace with airplanes.
Sotis...
Sotis, he would stop in front of a burger joint and buy two burgers.
He didn't pay for them-he had a godson now, so Maxen paid.
He didn't eat the burgers either-they were for Maxen.
As Maxen ate the burgers he had paid for, he couldn't shake the feeling that sothing was
off.
But at least he had burgers to eat.
After wandering for a while, they returned to the Tower of Truth.
Apollo didn't belong in the mortal realm.
He sat on the ninety-ninth floor for a while, just as he had for the past hundred years.
He still preferred sitting here, watching the mortal realm.
It was boring.
After a short ti, Apollo left again, this ti to visit Professor Gregory.
Gregory didn't say much. He just sighed heavily, his face full of worry.
Humanity's situation had never been better.
Yet the wrinkles on Gregory's face only deepened.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say sothing, but no words ca out.
Apollo asked twice if humanity wanted to use their final chance to perform divination.
Gregory shook his head and refused.
Apollo's power was too precious to waste.
Humanity's leadership had never been foolish when it ca to major decisions.
Apollo had already done more than enough for humanity.
Only those who had lived through the Blood War could truly understand how precious peace
and stability were.
Gregory wanted to say sothing, but when the words reached his lips, he found he couldn't
speak.
At tis like this, it felt like saying anything would be too much.
Perhaps saying nothing was the best farewell.
Apollo nodded and said casually,
"I'm going to pick up my instructor."
With that, he left the Tower of Truth.
Maxen accompanied Apollo as they floated above the mortal realm, carried by Arcane Vitality.
They looked down at the mortal realm, at humanity's vast and beautiful lands, at the millions
of flickering lights, at the countless lives being born, growing old, falling ill, and dying, at
their joys and sorrows.
It was ordinary, yet extraordinary.
Humanity supported one another.
Humanity stood on its own two feet.
The mortal realm was a space filled with ordinary people.
Such a thing was, indeed, boring.
Supre Abyssal.
Today, it was unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
The old man and the young man climbing the snowy mountain were no longer visible.
Buried in the snow, Mike calculated the ti. Shadow Nine should be reaching the summit
soon.
Was it ti?
As Mike pondered this, the butterfly phantom appeared before him once more.
The butterfly silently watched him, saying nothing.
Mike knew what it wanted.
He hesitated for a mont before asking softly,
"Will he survive?"
The butterfly didn't answer.
Mike continued,
"Please tell Apollo... survival is the only way to kill the Supre Demon God."
Mike already had a plan for dealing with the Supre Demon God.
But there were still a few uncertainties.
Apollo had to survive.
Mike had to survive.
The fifth-generation potential Supre Being had to be brave enough.
And Nathan had to be resurrected.
These four conditions were non-negotiable.
Mike was confident in his own survival-100%.
Apollo's survival was also highly likely.
Nathan's resurrection... shouldn't be an issue.
The biggest uncertainty was the fifth-generation potential Supre Being.
What if they turned out to be a coward?
Three hundred years of effort would go to waste.
Mike had to consider this possibility.
After a mont of hesitation, the butterfly flapped its wings, signaling its agreent.
Mike then untied the ribbons on his arm and handed them over.
[Supre Mark: Crest]
To fight the Supre Demon God, Apollo needed to gather all the Supre Marks to reach his
peak combat power.
This would be the ultimate battle, leaving no room for regrets.
The butterfly took the ribbons and flew away.
Outside the Supre Abyssal. Apollo and Maxen stood in the void.
"This is as far as you go," Apollo said.
Maxen stopped, feeling unusually uneasy. He didn't know what to say.
He had fantasized countless tis about collecting all three Supre Godfathers.
But Maxen hadn't collected them just to send them to their deaths, let alone to mourn them
every year.
If fewer people could die, if fewer Godfathers could die, that would be ideal.
Seeing Maxen's hesitation, Apollo thought for a mont and added,
"We can win."
Maxen's eyes lit up.
"Did you calculate that?"
Everyone knew Apollo's divinations were incredibly accurate.
If Apollo said they could win, then they really could win!
Apollo shook his head.
"No, I guessed."
This wasn't sothing that could be calculated.
Apollo wasn't omnipotent.
When it ca to matters involving the Supre Demon God, calculations were already
difficult.
Though difficult, Apollo could still manage.
But when a situation involved both the Supre Demon God and humanity's Supre Beings,
it beca impossible to calculate.
Not even Apollo could find the answer.
The future held infinite possibilities.
But there was one thing Apollo was certain of:
It would take nine generations of humanity's Supre Beings to kill the Supre Demon
God.
There was no other way.
No alternative solution.
Nine generations. Not one less.
So, Apollo guessed that humanity could win.
This was his first guess.
He hoped it was correct.
Maxen didn't follow further. Standing behind Apollo, he waved and said,
"Godfather, I believe in your guess!"
Apollo didn't respond or correct him.
He continued forward.
Above the Forest of Truth, another middle-aged man's phantom appeared, gazing at Apollo
from afar.
Sensing the gaze, Apollo turned back.
Morpheus simply raised his hand and said casually,
"Co back soon."
To Morpheus, the final battle with the Supre Demon God was as mundane as taking out the
trash or heading to work.
This kind of nonchalance was sothing only humanity's Supre Beings could possess.
Apollo nodded but didn't reply.
He continued walking, his aura steadily rising.
Soon, Maxen could no longer feel Apollo's oppressive presence.
Apollo had entered a realm beyond Maxen's comprehension. Without reaching Supre, one couldn't even sense this level of power. When Apollo entered the Supre Abyssal, the entire realm began to tremble violently.
Even the butterfly phantom beside him struggled to fly, its movents labored under the
imnse pressure.
A butterfly phantom flew to Apollo, landing gently before handing him the ribbon.
The Supre Mark was complete.
Apollo's power ascended to a new level.
The Supre Demon God awakened.
At that mont, all the fragnted consciousnesses within the Supre Demon God unified,
ceasing their internal struggle for control.
They understood how terrifying Apollo was.
Long ago, [Truth] had forged the Tower of Truth, connecting this world to the Heavenly
Realm.
Apollo hadn't returned to the Heavenly Realm. Instead, he had brought down the Source of
the World from the Heavenly Realm.
That was how Apollo ca to be.
Now, Apollo had severed all ties with the Heavenly Realm's Source of the World.
But without the Tower of Truth, there would be no Supre Demon God, no Apollo, and no
final battle today.
One way or another, it was ti to settle things.
The butterfly stayed by Apollo's side as he gazed ahead.
There, in the distance, was the embodint of all filth, the birthplace of evil, the most
powerful being in existence.
Even though Apollo was confident he would survive this battle, the outco would only be
known once the fight was over. The final battle had co. Apollo felt he should say sothing.
It was a matter of ritual.
Supre Beings didn't share many commonalities, but a sense of ritual was one of them.
Apollo thought for a mont, then looked at the Supre Demon God.
He wasn't sure what to say. Feeling annoyed, Apollo recalled his instructor's teachings.
He looked at the Supre Demon God and said seriously,
"I'll bet humanity wins.
The wager is your life."
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