His aura reached the next level, as he was like a heavenly general who fought countless battles. But the rule of war was still increasing, as the mysteries in the rule seed were too great to be stopped only at the early first layer.
It continued to increase, and his aura continued to rise that even the strong space in the valley, which is many times sturdier than outside, started to shatter like grass.
Everyone in the valley started to feel difficult to breathe, and even some weren't able to remain standing.
The comprehension broke past the early first layer—then the mid layer—then higher still.
And as it rose, so did the pressure.
Thin lines formed in the air—cracks in space. They expanded like a web, and in the next moment—
Crack!
It shattered.
The very layer of space fractured like fragile glass beneath Apollo's rising aura. Winds screamed. The earth groaned. The ancient tombs vibrated in response, their light dimming before flaring up again in fear or reverence.
