Apollo noticed the difference, as it seems others didn't experience the same as him, and he was the only one who saw those mysterious words.

For them, the monument was just that—an ancient structure, awe-inspiring but silent.

Apollo's heartbeat steadied as his mind worked quickly. 'Why me?' His instincts whispered that what he'd seen wasn't an illusion, nor something everyone could access. It was something hidden beneath the surface, a layer of mystery hidden beyond the world's understanding.

He lowered his head slightly, narrowing his eyes at the monumental gate as a flicker of golden light passed through his pupils. The mysterious sense was still there, faint but lingering at the edge of his perception, like a door left slightly open—inviting, but dangerous.

He raised his gaze again, his expression once more composed, almost indifferent. No one needed to know what he had just experienced.

Outside, the gate continued to hum with ancient power as the countdown to its opening had begun.

Rumble… Boom!

The gate trembled along with the world and finally fully manifested right in front of the ancient city.

An ancient and terrifying aura burst forth from its surface, rolling out like a tidal wave. Even the proud and battle-hardened warriors who had gathered from every corner of Rion felt their hearts tighten. Their breathing grew heavy, their eyes wide—not from weakness, but from an instinctive fear carved into their very souls.

Yet beneath that fear, excitement burnt fiercely. For them, this was not just a gate. It was a doorway to glory, power… or doom.

"Haha, good. "The gate of the god of ruins appeared. Quick move."

"Let's go."

Many warriors couldn't wait and wanted to run towards the ancient gate, but they were quickly stopped by the senior warriors in their group.

"Stop, this isn't over." One of such knowledgeable warriors quickly stopped them.

And as if to confirm his words, the air before the gate rippled like disturbed water. An ancient, mirror-like treasure emerged from the void, hanging in midair. Its surface gleamed faintly, reflecting the world in calm yet eerie distortion.

"What's that?"

Many couldn't help but ask aloud, their gazes fixed on the strange mirror hovering before the gate. Curiosity buzzed through the crowd like a living thing. No one dared to move forward recklessly anymore.

"What does that mirror do?" Someone muttered, their voice trembling with both awe and unease.

A calm yet solemn voice finally rose from among the gathered warriors.

"That… is the Mirror of Truth," the man explained, his expression grave. "An ancient artifact said to pierce through any illusion or secret technique. No disguise, no false identity can withstand its gaze. It reveals everything—your real age, your true strength, and even whether you're a reincarnated being."

A wave of whispers rippled through the crowd as the truth sank in.

"It's used to strip away all lies before entering the God Ruins," the man continued. "No pretender walks through that gate unnoticed."

Hearing the man's words, everyone understood what this mirror was and what it was used for. It was clearly used for the screening of warriors, which they all naturally agree with, as they would rather not fight with old reincarnated monsters.

"Let's go."

With that, several groups of warriors began to move forward, forming a vast tide of figures approaching the towering gate. Thousands gathered in front of the God Ruins, their steps steady yet filled with a mix of excitement and tension.

But none rushed in blindly. A heavy silence settled over the crowd as they measured the risk. Finally, a first group stepped out, their faces firm. Everyone knew that entering first was dangerous—yet it also meant the chance to seize the greatest rewards.

The first group that stepped forward was from the southern continent, filled with many strong warriors.

The leader of this group appeared to be a young man with red hair with a strength of peak True God Realm, but behind him were two Eternal God Realm.

He stepped forward, and instantly the ancient mirror of truth started to glow with white light, and words started to appear on it.

Age- 371

Cultivation- Peak True God realm

A ripple of surprise spread through the crowd.

"He's less than four hundred…?" someone muttered.

For a moment, the gathered warriors exchanged glances, impressed. Reaching the peak of the True God Realm before the age of four hundred was no ordinary feat. But soon, the shock settled into quiet acceptance—after all, only monsters among geniuses dared to stand at the front of the line.

With his appearance, others also slowly started to step forward, and one by one, their strength and age were clearly displayed in the ancient mirror of truth.

Most of them were within a thousand years of age and had such strong strength.

Watching this unfold, Apollo couldn't help but draw a quiet breath.

'So this is Rion…'

Even though it was just a single world, its pool of geniuses surpassed that of entire star systems he had seen before. Talent here was not just common—it was monstrous. The deeper he looked, the more he felt the weight of this land's history.

'No wonder Rion has produced countless powerhouses through the ages,' he thought. This place is different—on a level beyond what most universes can ever dream of.'

The group continued only when it was an eternal god-level turn; their age reached beyond the thousand.

They all quickly passed through the mirror of truth one by one. But among the hundreds there were naturally the ones that were trying to hide their true strength, but sadly in front of the mirror of truth everything was crystal clear.

Their so-called hidden strength was shown directly in front of everyone without a single error.

But that was it, but what caused the most surprise was when some geniuses' true ages were shown; many of them were astonishingly young. Some were under a hundred years old yet had already reached the Peak of the Void God Realm, and a few had even stepped into the True God Realm.

A low wave of murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd. Even the proud geniuses from the great clans frowned at such monstrous talent.

The most shocking among them were those from the Necros Continent. Each one of their revealed records seemed to defy common sense, as if they belonged to an entirely different breed of warriors. Their talent, their strength, their terrifying rate of growth—it all made the air grow heavier with invisible pressure.