Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 509 -509-Forcing a Side, Going Through the Motions

In the Aetherian Sanctuary, a multitude of divine arts stood ready for cultivation. Profound techniques like the Art of Covering Heaven, the Extreme Law Chapters, the Stellar Seal, and the Imperial Dragon of Momentum delved deeply into the essence of rules, order, law-origin, and imperial fate—secrets shrouded in unfathomable mystery.

With the clash between the two Divine Courts teetering on the brink of explosion—

Whatever world authority fueled their strife, the Crossbridge Empire had caught their gaze, ensuring its unavoidable entanglement in the chaos.

Only by ascending to Sage Lord rank could Aurek solidify the empire's core—pushing its reach past the confines of one lone world and into the endless expanse of the Star Sea.

Besides, the enigma buried at the heart of the Twelvefold Sky Sanctuaries demanded total mastery over rules and order to even catch a fleeting glimpse.

Just what was that enigma?

Aurek burned with curiosity.

As his power edged toward quasi–Sage Lord, the Divine Sanctuary complex revealed its exceptional aura more vividly—yet that sensation lingered vague and elusive, like a phantom slipping through fingers.

He squandered no moments. Both his cultivation and his delving into arts surged forward at full speed.

…

Crystal Moonlight Palace.

During her breakthrough, Sophia had freshly stepped into Sage King rank—and in that very moment, it ignited some concealed echo!

Her form suddenly shattered into radiance, breaking apart into myriad glittering motes like flowing starlight. Beyond her grasp, she surged through the Twelvefold Sky Sanctuaries and burst out via the Gold Giant Gate!

This abrupt disturbance sent the gate's watchers into frantic, top-level vigilance.

…

Celestial Light God Realm — Peace Committee Headquarters.

The Office of Light, joined by the Moon and Star Peace Envoys and the scant surviving Sage Lords, gathered in the sprawling, desolate Temple of Light.

Grim defeat and shame etched every countenance.

The Crossbridge Empire's strike had crushed them utterly—it was a supreme affront, a scornful dismissal.

Right at the Committee's threshold, under the gaze of the whole Celestial Light God Realm, they had butchered nearly every elite force of the Committee.

They ripped through the authority the Committee had labored to forge, demolished the fragile peace order, trampled it into dust, and exposed it for universal ridicule.

The Committee now lay gutted, decayed, forsaken!

A lone sword had interred most prime Divine Oracles in the Thousand Sword Judgment Domain. Then those six and a half million void warlocks' trap had carved down even more.

Just a sparse few endured—far too few to sustain routine functions, much less uphold the Celestial Light God Realm's order.

"Holy Minister... shouldn’t we report this to headquarters immediately?"

The Moon Peace Envoy uttered in a subdued, weighted tone.

The rest inclined their heads in agreement.

Yet the Office of Light countered, "The reporting process is long, and message transmission takes time."

"The Celestial Light God Realm holds vital strategic weight. As the grand war draws near, headquarters will tighten into high alert. I propose we rally the realm's local powers first and assault the Crossbridge Empire—gaining precious time for headquarters' reply, while proving our sway here endures."

The Star Peace Envoy creased his brow in concern. "But will those powers heed us anymore?"

"The Crossbridge Empire unveiled over six million Sage Kings out of nowhere. Plus, the World Relic: Olympian Divine Sword is theirs now, commanded by a genuine Sage Master. Their might eclipses any lone force in the Celestial Light God Realm."

One more disgrace too raw to voice outright:

The Committee had been slammed down and ground into the filth by them.

Now, even the feeblest group might scorn the Committee outright.

"If they won’t listen—then we’ll compel them to pick a side!"

The Office of Light's tone rang steely and chill.

"Either they align with the Peace Committee and the Star-Source Divine Court..."

"...or they align with the Crossbridge Empire!"

"Or, to speak bluntly—are they ready to keep heeding the Star-Source Divine Court's order?"

He would slam the Star-Source Divine Court's emblem down like a sharpened edge.

They must decide.

All grasped his intent.

"The task of notifying headquarters—handle it yourselves," he commanded.

"As for reaching out to the factions—I’ll handle it in person."

With those words, he merged into the sacred glow.

In the blink of an eye, he pierced through stacked layers of rules and order, landing in the Flame Eagle Clan's domain within the Primordial Sacred Land.

Instantly—

The pair of veteran Sage Lords safeguarding the area spotted the Office of Light materializing from the glow, and they bowed low in deference.

"We did not know the Holy Minister would come. We have failed to greet you properly."

"I want to see Clan Chief Boild," the Office of Light declared, his voice remote and spectral.

From the clan's inner depths, Boild's face hardened. He linked with the elders via voice transmission to the two veteran Sage Lords.

"Tell him that I and the elders have ventured into the starry void for pressing affairs. We are absent from the clan right now."

The two veteran Sage Lords could merely relay to the Office of Light with regret.

"Holy Minister, you came at an unfortunate time. Not long ago, the Clan Chief and the elders left for the depths of the starry sky to handle an urgent matter."

Upon hearing this, the gleam in the Office of Light’s eyes dimmed. He scanned the Flame Eagle Clan’s lands and issued a frosty scoff.

"So I really did come at the wrong time."

"Then pass a message to Boild: if he wants the Celestial Light God Realm to remain stable for the long term, he should join the Committee in uprooting the Crossbridge Empire—this poisonous tumor."

"Whether to stand under the order of the Star-Source Divine Court, or to choose another road..."

"I hope he chooses carefully."

Finished, the Office of Light melted into brilliance and faded away.

"Is he trying to use the ’greater cause’ of the Star-Source Divine Court to force us to declare a side?"

An elder furrowed his brows deeply, his visage somber.

Once Divine Court affairs escalated, the Flame Eagle Clan's power proved woefully inadequate.

"Friction over at the Star Sea never stops. War could ignite at any moment. And now the Office of Light is binding us to his war-chariot. We can’t dodge even if we want to—truly hateful."

The elders seethed with resentment at his unyielding stance.

They had aimed to steer clear of the maelstrom and shun ties to any faction—yet now they found themselves cornered.

Refuse, and they risked clashing with the Star-Source Divine Court in the looming Divine Court war.

Agree, and it spelled instant war against the Crossbridge Empire, radiant like the sun at its peak.

Either path led to impasse.

Boild intoned gravely, "Observe for now. Let’s see the attitudes of the other forces first."

The rest comprehended: this was the wisest path forward.

…

Cloudcrown Sanctum.

Before the Office of Light’s form could fully solidify, the nine-colored longbridge to the inner sanctum had already withdrawn!

That evasion stoked rage in his chest.

"Sovereign of the Cloud Realm— I know you’re here!"

The Office of Light’s voice boomed through the swirling clouds and fog.

"The Crossbridge Emperor Aurek—you’ve seen him clearly. His ambition is obvious for all to see. Taking Olympian God Mountain was only the beginning. Sooner or later, Cloudcrown Sanctum will become an obstacle in his expansion."

"I hope you will think carefully!"

"Right now, the Committee can still step forward and unite the forces to eliminate this enemy. But if you wait until his wings are fully grown..."

"I believe Cloudcrown Sanctum’s situation will not be any better."

"Furthermore, headquarters will certainly dispatch envoys soon. When that time comes, I also hope Cloudcrown Sanctum will make its stance clear."

Having spoken, the Office of Light swept his sleeve and departed, bound for the next faction on his list.

Inside Cloudcrown Sanctum.

The Sovereign of the Cloud Realm, General Terrence, and the rest peered down from on high, their faces twisted in displeasure.

And in that dim void cloaked in misty glow and shade, a cryptic being—who had lingered mute throughout—also fell into deep thought.

The Office of Light's words carried undeniable truth. Beyond picking sides, the Crossbridge Empire's brazen hunger—to devour the entire Celestial Light God Realm—sufficed to unsettle any force.

…

After facing repeated icy dodges from the Flame Eagle Clan and Cloudcrown Sanctum, the Office of Light met similar rebuff at the Sea God Temple.

Still, he pressed on.

The Crossbridge Empire's power had spiraled out of grasp. The Celestial Light God Realm retained multiple Sage Lord–rank experts and vast alliances.

Only their coalition could overwhelm the Crossbridge Empire entirely and quench its wild hubris!

So, after calling on several more powers, he veered directly toward the Devers Divine Empire and the Eternal Winter Divine Empire.