Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 534 -534-A Voice from the Starfont Divine Court

Within the domain of the Starfont Divine Court in the Central Universe.

A vast star domain comprising tens of thousands of primordial worlds—each far surpassing the Celestial Light God Realm in sophistication—served as the absolute core of the Starfont Divine Court.

Here lay the central base of the Sanctuary of Peace.

As the Divine Court’s oversight body, the Sanctuary managed all lands under the Divine Court’s control. In places where life flourished and new worlds emerged, the Divine Court’s power stretched out—gathering luck and fate to solidify its authority.

Sanctuary of Peace Headquarters

In the majestic hall, Sage Master Leonel remained seated in grave quietude.

Clad in crimson sacred armor, his immense frame soared to heights of tens of thousands of meters. His furrowed brows betrayed inner turmoil that warped the nearby laws, casting shadows over the hall’s illumination.

Below him, seven or eight figures stood in deferential poses, draped in thick robes. Their presences clearly marked them as true Sage Lords.

"Peace Prelate has perished in the Celestial Light God Realm," a somber voice announced gravely. "His fate-trace is fully obscured—beyond any divination."

Another true Sage Master released a heavy sigh.

"It appears... we all gravely misjudged the crisis and might in that stellar area."

The Sanctuary held a soul mark from Peace Prelate. His total death would instantly alert them.

"Lord Overseer," yet another true Sage Master cautioned, "this incident demands immediate report to His Majesty the Emperor. The conflict with the Reincarnation Divine Court intensifies daily. Should this lurking peril explode, the Sanctuary of Peace cannot shoulder the blame!"

He grasped Leonel’s purpose in summoning them—Leonel wished for the Sanctuary to settle this discreetly.

Yet the utter destruction of a Peace Prelate signaled just one possibility: the foe wielded quasi–Empyrean Sanctum-tier battle prowess, or possessed a technique to obliterate a true Sage Master entirely.

The Sanctuary of Peace acted as an oversight entity—not a frontline combat force. Its resources were constrained.

Deploying the Starfont Divine Court’s elite legions would swiftly quell disturbances in that distant zone.

Leonel had indeed considered resolving it through the Sanctuary alone—since the failure fell on his watch. If news leaked of a top prelate’s death under their vigilance, the Sanctuary’s prestige would plummet.

Prestige mattered little in comparison.

Disgracing the Starfont Divine Court would constitute an unforgivable offense.

As Leonel pondered the dilemma—

The hall’s entrance flew wide.

A handful of veteran Sage Lords rushed inside, faces drained of color in panic.

"...Lord Overseer!"

They advanced and offered profound salutes to Leonel.

"Why are you back?" a steward questioned, puzzled.

These were the survivors who had barely fled from Styx Sector.

One bowed once more, his tone quaking with fear.

"Styx Sector... a disaster of unimaginable scale has struck!"

"Lord Thomas has already met his end."

"The three tribal ancestral founders... have been subdued and seized by Pantheon."

"Styx Sector is utterly fallen—seized by the Crossbridge Empire out of the Eastern Starfield. The three tribes’ elites have been annihilated. Lord Thomas commanded us to deliver this news to you at any price."

"What?! The Styx Sector’s top three tribes wiped out?!"

Shock rippled through the hall. Expressions twisted on every face.

Leonel’s gaze hardened under his blood-red war gear.

Again, the Crossbridge Empire.

That peripheral realm had evolved into a deadly foe.

"What precisely transpired? Tell us everything!" a Sanctuary expert snapped, suppressing his shock.

The veteran Sage Lord promptly detailed the chaos in Styx Sector.

As terms like Time Legion, Space Legion, and quasi–Empyrean Sanctum expert echoed in the air, the whole Sanctuary plunged into oppressive stillness.

"Leave us," Leonel ordered, gesturing the envoys out.

They saluted and withdrew.

Every gaze in the hall locked onto Leonel.

"This goes beyond a small issue," one rasped. "It’s a heavenly catastrophe!"

"A quasi–Empyrean Sanctum defender watches over them, and they control several World Relics... such a menace demands total elimination."

"Lord Overseer, this crisis surpasses our grasp entirely," another steward stated, features stern. "We must alert the Divine Court."

Deep unease gripped him.

He couldn’t fathom how a forsaken stellar zone could breed such a monstrous force. It defied reason—making it all the more terrifying.

The Starfont Divine Court waged war against the Reincarnation Divine Court, while this sinister shadow loomed behind, steadily consuming Divine Court lands.

Fortune favored their early detection.

Should it mature unchecked, the fallout would defy prediction.

Leonel recognized the gravity. He inclined his head deliberately.

"Manage the Sanctuary’s routine operations for now, and dispatch extra experts to Styx Sector and the Eastern Starfield to verify the facts."

"Meanwhile—"

"I shall head to the Divine Court myself and seek a meeting with His Majesty."

"Yes!" The stewards stood and affirmed the directive.

Leonel activated a World Gate and vanished toward the primordial world of the Starfont Divine Court.

The Primordial World

Formed from the Central Universe’s initial landmass, drawn from primal chaos, the primordial world wove together myriad laws and principles. It spanned infinite stellar oceans and linked straight to chaos’s abyss—immeasurable in scope.

Beyond the Divine Court’s grounds, a true Sage Lord–level God General approached and honored Leonel with a salute.

"Lord Leonel—what brings you here in person?"

"I bear critical news for His Majesty," Leonel answered, saluting back.

"Proceed inside!"

The God General wouldn’t block him. But as Leonel moved to enter, the general whispered a caution.

"Lord Leonel... the battlefront fares badly. The Reincarnation Divine Court’s Dark Keep War God has joined the fight personally. He’s cut down several of our Divine Court’s God Generals."

"His Majesty burns with rage. Tread carefully..."

"My thanks for the alert, General," Leonel murmured, his brows creasing further.

The Dark Keep War God stood as the Reincarnation Divine Court’s supreme battle god. His involvement signaled total war.

Leonel composed himself and crossed into the Star-Origin Holy City.

The sacred city hovered amid chaos—endless and awe-inspiring.

Four holy portals guarded the Divine Court’s access. Leonel passed through the Western Holy Gate.

Inside, countless majestic temples and timeless chambers extended forever.

The Divine Court’s Imperial Palace rose from a complete Star Sea realm.

The Imperial Hall

In the void above the throne room, a Divine Cleric knelt and announced with utmost piety:

"Your Majesty! Lord Leonel seeks entry."

"Admit him!"

A commanding voice boomed across the chamber.

Soon after, Leonel marched into the throne room and dropped to his knees in dread and awe.

"This servant salutes Your Majesty."

"What troubles you?" the commanding voice inquired.

Immense godly might permeated the area. Even Leonel, at quasi–Empyrean Sanctum level, sensed his soul tremble beneath it.

Leonel kept his eyes lowered. His words carried utmost deference and care.

"Your Majesty—"

"Dire upheavals have gripped the Eastern Starfield and Styx Sector!"

He laid out the full account: Peace Prelate’s demise, the slaughter of Styx’s leading three tribes, and Pantheon’s emergence.

"Pantheon’s role... Crossbridge Empire..."

"Forces mastering time and space..."

A subdued mutter rose from the throne— laced with astonishment, particularly at Pantheon’s name.

"This Pantheon hails from enigmatic roots. It surfaced once during the Stellar Divine Court’s downfall."

"It conceals myriad cosmic enigmas. And now it reemerges in Styx..."

"The affair clearly defies the norm."

After brief reflection, the commanding voice resounded once more.

"Probe deeply into any ties between Pantheon and the Crossbridge Empire."

The decree struck Leonel like pealing thunder.

Leonel prostrated hastily.

"Your Majesty—shall we send forces immediately to crush Styx Sector?"

"A legion will be dispatched," the Divine Court Emperor declared. "The Sanctuary of Peace’s duty lies in unearthing every underlying truth."

"Furthermore—deploy additional agents into the Reincarnation Divine Court’s depths. Track their troop deployments. With Dark Keep engaged, this escalates to total warfare."

"As you decree, my Emperor," Leonel responded.

He then exited the throne room.

Throughout, he never lifted his gaze—never risked beholding the supreme sovereign on the throne.

That crushing aura proved unbearable for him.

Yet at last, Styx Sector’s menace gained a path to resolution.

When the Divine Court’s legions mobilized, their might dwarfed the Sanctuary of Peace’s full might by far.

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