Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 527 -527-The Taboo Existence of the Dark Abyss: Conspiracy

The Supreme Existence uncovered myriad laws across the Star Sea cosmos—and it established the framework for ascension as it stands today.

Its origins eluded everyone completely.

That same Supreme Existence had transported the Dark Abyss, along with the entity sealed inside, to this very place.

Having endured countless eras and explored vast numbers of ancient relics, the linen-robed elder still only grasped fragmented tales of the Supreme Existence passed down through his forebears' spoken lore.

Primordial Sword City's drive to obliterate Sacredwood Settlement stemmed in part from the Supreme Existence's brief halt there long ago, where it had deposited the Dark Abyss and that dreadful "thing."

The entity concealed in the taboo far-eastern forbidden area now strained to breach quasi–Empyrean Sanctum. In pursuit of a path to transcendence, it sought to follow the Supreme Existence's trail for any hint of opportunity.

Furthermore, unraveling the enigma of that creature's very being was a secret Primordial Sword City yearned to seize above all else!

However, one undeniable fact stood clear to all:

During that era, the Supreme Existence refrained from annihilating it outright. Rather, it confined it using the Dark Abyss.

This choice alone revealed it as a horrifying force that could shake the foundations of the whole cosmos.

Because of this, the white-haired elder's concerns mounted with every passing moment.

Regarding the Supreme Existence's final destination...

Why it abandoned the Dark Abyss and that entity, and ventured through the cosmos's shattered remnants...

Such mysteries remained unsolved.

Yet the echoes of its journey—the faint remnants of its immense presence—had birthed legions of formidable titans.

Even the duo of near–quasi–Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses backing the Star Sea giant ape clan and Primordial Sword City had ascended to their lofty positions solely by chasing those lingering traces of the Supreme Existence's aura.

Only a handful grasped these hidden truths.

The white-haired elder possessed such knowledge due to his profound connections with Sacredwood Settlement in times past.

"Sigh..."

A heavy sigh escaped him, deepening the turmoil churning within.

Primordial Sword City had undoubtedly uncovered fragments of the reality—else it would never stake all on unleashing that forbidden horror in hopes of gleaning the Supreme Existence's concealed wisdom.

The Crossbridge Empire's sudden meddling had twisted the affair into something even stranger—far more chaotic.

The precise spot of the Dark Abyss stayed shrouded in secrecy.

Should outright conflict ravage this star region entirely, it might inadvertently awaken the Dark Abyss!

Sacredwood lay in ruins now. The protective force that once shielded it had vanished.

With the young girl in tow, the linen-robed elder slipped away from the River of Forgetting without a sound.

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Styx Sector — Riverhead Divine Realm

"Incredible... This realm outshines the Celestial Light God Realm by thousands of folds in vibrancy! No surprise it's the Starfont Divine Court's prime spot for enlisting talents."

The Lord of the Blazing Eagle, Boyd, and a pair of venerable sage lords touched down unobtrusively in a grand divine metropolis.

The overwhelming affluence of the realm left them all inwardly astonished.

Here, the ranks of Sage Kings, Divine Radiants, and Divine Oracles dwarfed those in the Celestial Light God Realm by leaps and bounds.

It made perfect sense for the Starfont Divine Court to hold its recruitment drive in this star domain.

"Breaking news! Once the Divine Court powerhouses intervened, the Crossbridge Empire's forces slunk away with tails between their legs... Hahaha!"

"It fled that easily? A mere branch of the Divine Court routed them, yet they had the gall to issue a challenge to the upper three races?"

"I figured we'd enjoy the spectacle a bit more—who anticipated it'd wrap up so swiftly?!"

"Quit spouting rubbish. It's far from finished. That was just an initial skirmish—they haven't clashed for real!"

Discussions swirled through the divine city like a storm, catching the Lord of the Blazing Eagle and his companions off guard.

Not due to the disdain in the air—

But rather how these folk viewed an impending war as mere diversion.

Betting dens sprang up everywhere. Some even staged dramatic reenactments on platforms. All sorts of "battle-inspired" pastimes surged in appeal.

The whole metropolis appeared to unleash pent-up energy through this frenzy. Every chat, every whisper, revolved around the turmoil.

They had seemingly sidelined their cultivation pursuits entirely.

A lavish, thrill-seeking opulence had bloomed here—its intensity far eclipsing the Celestial Light God Realm on every level.

"Diversion as numbing elixir... nothing rivals it," the Lord of the Blazing Eagle murmured with a shake of his head.

Upon deeper inquiry, the pieces fell into place.

The upper three races loomed over Styx Sector. With its role as the Starfont Divine Court's talent hub, dangers from outside were virtually nil.

To secure their dominance and shield their privileges across the ages, the upper three races had fostered a culture of willful stagnation—a ploy to keep the populace oblivious.

Styx's inhabitants enjoyed extended lifespans. The three races steered their focus toward leisure and escapism—wasting away their days—while manipulating resources via myriad controls, thus clenching authority tight.

Should any rise to prominence, ascending to superior tiers, the three races would either enlist them—or silently eliminate the threat.

Those enlisted prodigies eventually served as the "recruits" the three races funneled to the Starfont Divine Court.

At its heart, the Lord of the Blazing Eagle and his allies pierced the facade:

The upper three races herded Styx's denizens like penned beasts.

The trio reaped no losses from this scheme. Instead, they solidified their grip on power and swelled in might.

"Lord Alvin spoke true—the upper three races form the true peril," Boyd declared.

"Shatter them, and Styx Sector crumbles to a hollow remnant."

"No need for excessive scheming yet. Begin the groundwork," the Lord of the Blazing Eagle commanded.

Their covert mission this time involved deploying a formation.

After all, three near–quasi–Empyrean Sanctum entities posed an overwhelming danger. A direct charge offered slim odds of victory—and risked utter destruction.

They traversed the divine city and infiltrated a secluded nexus within the Riverhead Divine Realm.

There, they hid a formation base entrusted by Alvin, embedding the Flame Eagle Clan's World Relic—the Divineflame Feather—at the array's heart. Then they vanished without trace.

Meanwhile—

The God of Wisdom ventured into a separate realm, positioning the Ouros Disc alongside another formation base near the Styx star abyss's brink.

The War Executor sank the Olympian Divine Sword into the depths of a chaotic ocean.

...

"This feels off. Styx Sector's altered—someone's erected a massive array!"

In Primordial Sword City's domain, a colossal form bearing numerous visages abruptly stood tall.

His declaration resonated into the Sword God Hall, and simultaneously, his form warped through the void to reach it.

The Primordial Sword God, Sangy, lingered inside the hall, eyeing the imposing multi-faced giant.

Disregarding its physique, discerning direction proved impossible—front blurred with back, left with right.

Addressing Sangy with deference, the figure intoned:

"A mighty one has deployed the Fate Triangle Corrosion Engraving Magic Array, aiming to siphon the destinies of Styx's every soul—and to cleave the fate line of the Sword Primogenitor."

Sangy's gaze, sharp as forged blades, brimmed with lethal intent and unyielding edge.

"A mighty one? Could it stem from that Crossbridge Empire?"

An art that severed a star sector's collective fortune likely eluded even quasi–Empyrean Sanctum mastery—one could fathom the array's creator wielded supreme prowess in stellar divination.

They had to rank among elite seers... a master fate-spinner of unparalleled skill.

Sangy voiced his query, "Thousand-Faced Sage—can you trace their roots?"

The being dubbed Thousand-Faced Sage replied in a haunting rhythm.

"I'll attempt it."

"One more thing," Sangy continued, "probe the true nature of this Crossbridge Empire."

A nagging intuition told him something profoundly amiss lurked at the core of these events.

The Thousand-Faced Sage's silhouette dissolved in a flash—only to reform the next breath upon an altar etched with primordial glyphs and emblems.

Clad in a ceremonial gown threaded with emerald, azure, and amethyst hues, he clutched a soul-lantern in one grip and a ritual staff of wood in the other, launching into an age-old ceremonial dance.

Rags dangling from the gown swayed with his motions; tiny bells affixed to it tinkled gently.

The myriad eyes across his faces scanned every angle.

Emblems underfoot stirred to life, swirling about him to weave a tiny cosmos.

Several Sage Master guardians from Primordial Sword City encircled him, standing vigil in hushed readiness to protect the ceremony.

Time stretched on—

Over the Thousand-Faced Sage's crown, strands of law-marks plunged into emptiness, as though fusing with the immense lattice spun from the cosmos's laws and structure.

Trailing that lattice, they hunted down concealed realities one by one.

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