Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 547 -547-The News Leaks — The Star Sea Stirs

In the Western Nuo Starfield, the Elven Divine Empire.

Through the power of the Fountain of Life, the Elven Goddess scarcely awakened the Primordial Giant’s fading consciousness, so weak it teetered on the brink of total dissipation.

"What faction were you battling?" she inquired gently. "Where did they originate?"

Her words held a calming force that eased the spirit.

Yet in the giant’s lingering mind, nothing but boundless fury and ferocity remained. It roared out:

"Curse the Crossbridge Empire!"

"They hail from the Eastern Starfield! That child... that child lies in the grasp of the Crossbridge Empire!!"

"Crossbridge Empire!"

"So it truly is an external power!"

The surrounding elves felt a deep shock.

"Crossbridge Empire..."

The Elven Goddess savored the name thoughtfully. Across her flawless features, a mix of intrigue and reflection surfaced.

"I shall journey there myself," she announced abruptly to the elves nearby.

Be it a lead tied to the Luminous Empress or the enigmatic might of the Crossbridge Empire—each sparked an intense fascination in her heart.

...

At the distant edge of the Chaos Ruins.

A mighty being from Chaos Heaven had also seized bits of information about the Crossbridge Empire via hidden pathways.

"Master," a true Sage Master beside him whispered respectfully as a caution, "that force’s identity as the Crossbridge Empire is now confirmed. However, the might they’ve shown... far exceeds the norm."

"They boldly defied the Divine Court of Reincarnation’s rule. I suspect meddling here won’t prove simple."

The ruler of the heavenly realm paused in silence briefly.

"Head to the Eastern Starfield’s frontier first," he commanded finally. "Uncover the reality."

"With the word spreading fast, other starfield powers will catch on eventually. And those ancient remnant clans concealed at chaos’s extreme... they’ll grasp it even quicker. We need to move ahead of them."

The experts in the domain agreed with nods all around.

Right at that instant—

The leaders of the Primeval Law Clan, the Godblood Scion, and various other ancient entities reached parallel choices.

From every shadowed nook of the Star Sea, unseen tendrils began extending... straight toward the Crossbridge Empire’s domain.

...

Buried deep in the Chaos Ruins, relentless chaotic tempests howled endlessly.

"Chieftain! The Crossbridge Empire’s forces... have pulled back!"

A Primordial Giant informed Gorgan.

Gorgan suppressed the surging wounds inside him and gazed at the scant survivors of his clan. Overwhelming anger and malice nearly burst into visible flames.

"The tale of the Luminous Empress has already echoed across the universe..."

His low words resounded amid the gale while he mended his shattered core.

"The Divine Courts—and those ancient remnant clans skulking at chaos’s pole—won’t pass up this opportunity. They’ll surely head for the Crossbridge Empire."

A harsh, twisted grin formed on his fractured visage.

"Why rush? All of this... marks only the start!"

...

The Divine Court of Reincarnation, heart of the Darkest Starfields.

Hellshark had retreated to his domain and was restoring his severely wounded core.

Even surrounded by utter security, the dread from Apollo’s tactics still chilled him to the marrow.

Without Black Shark’s Fang, that quasi-Origin Artifact shielding him in the dire instant, he almost certainly would have vanished forever—deprived of any revival.

What weighed on him heavier still—what baffled him utterly—was this:

What sort of group could nurture such a terrifying warlord?

Apollo hadn’t reached quasi-Empyrean Sanctum, yet his fighting prowess already rivaled the War-God of the Dark Keep!

"General," an aged Sage Lord appeared to relay a command. "The Saint-Emperor calls for you."

Hellshark halted his healing and gave a nod.

"It has to concern her."

Nearby, another quasi-Empyrean Sanctum expert—Blade of the Demon Prison—stood up too.

He had learned the details of the major clash and passed the full account to the Divine Court.

Hellshark stayed quiet, merely nodding once more.

As they prepared to depart, Blade of the Demon Prison uttered gravely.

"You need to alert His Majesty to stay vigilant against this Crossbridge Empire. It’s a danger that could rot from within."

Hellshark halted mid-stride. A shadowy gleam flashed in his gaze.

"Maybe... the Divine Court won’t have to strike directly."

With the Luminous Empress’s secret exploding through the Star Sea, the Crossbridge Empire now stood exposed on the edge of a raging tempest.

Those ravenous ancient powers would descend like wolves. The empire could find no refuge.

Beyond that—those ancient remnant clans with histories predating even the Divine Courts would undoubtedly stir as well!

...

The Starfont Divine Court.

The Divine Court’s lands split into five vast domains:

Starwell, Sacred Mountain, the Archaic Starfields, the Fallen God Domain, and the Endless Forest Sea.

Starwell encompassed eighty-eight ancient continents—each vastly larger than the Celestial Light God Realm by thousands of folds. It served as the unchallenged hub of authority and might in the Starfont Divine Court.

The Starwell Sacred Hall rose at the center of the key area, sealing the universal ley lines of the Star Sea cosmos and overseeing countless armies.

Orbiting the Sacred Hall were the court’s elites and overlords, plus a host of allied ancient groups.

The eighty-eight ancient continents combined into a fearsome Sacred-Source Grand Magic Array—legends claimed even an Empyrean Sanctum would falter against it outright.

The array forged four grand Sacred Gates, aligned with:

the Sacred Mountain to the east,

the Archaic Starfields to the west,

the Fallen God Domain to the south,

and the vast Endless Forest Sea to the north—linking straight to chaos.

At this juncture, inside the Sacred Mountain’s realm—

"I heard War-God Nightingale took a massive hit in the Styx Sector and ended up gravely injured?"

"That’s old news. The fight in the Chaos Ruins went even wilder. Word is, multiple starfields got wrecked, and the Primordial Giants almost faced total wipeout!"

"That savage? Did our Divine Court launch all-out war against the Divine Court of Reincarnation?"

"Nope. Rumors point to an outsider group named Crossbridge Empire. Even Hellshark got slain once—then slunk back to his hideout in shame."

"What?! Hellshark ranks on the Half-God Throne list as a top powerhouse!"

"Precisely—if no Empyrean Sanctum steps in, who could take him down?"

"What sort of roots does this Crossbridge Empire possess—to dare strike at two Divine Courts consecutively?"

In bustling cities throughout Sacred Mountain, such heated talks erupted everywhere.

Still, beyond the Crossbridge Empire’s alarming power, every group’s real obsession stayed fixed on the timeless myth of the Stellar Saint-Emperor!

...

The Council of True Knowledge.

On a platform forged from starstone, a Sage Lord recounted in full the events of the Styx Sector, plus the shocking conflict details relayed from the Chaos Ruins.

Three figures exuding icy auras loomed before the platform.

They formed the trio ruling the Council of True Knowledge:

the Saintess of Truth, the Slaughter Angel, and the Silent Extinction Councilor.

All three ranked as quasi-Empyrean Sanctum experts on the Half-God Throne list—names that trembled whole territories.

"'The Stellar Saint-Emperor...'"

After the briefing, faint waves stirred in the Slaughter Angel’s impassive gaze.

"Verified to reside in the Crossbridge Empire?"

"All key powers have mobilized at the hint," the Sage Lord replied, bowing low.

The Silent Extinction Councilor fiddled with locks of silver-white hair, his tone echoing emptily.

"Even the Starfont Divine Court deploys forces on a massive scale. The intel seems solid."

"Your views?" he queried, turning to the Saintess of Truth and the Slaughter Angel.

The Saintess of Truth gripped a jade-like dagger. Her tone rang cold and crisp.

"War-God Nightingale misses the Half-God Throne list, but as border enforcer, her fighting skill demands respect—yet defeat claimed her in Styx."

"Plus, the Chaos Ruins clash fell under Crossbridge Empire’s lead too. The Primordial Giants teetered on extinction. Hellshark—a Half-God Throne stalwart—met death once... This empire’s depths defy measure."

The Silent Extinction Councilor added, "Some ancient remnant clan might support them."

"Yet her revelation will rouse those elder relics at chaos’s pole. As factions clash, and with the Divine Court of Reincarnation crushed in Styx, they’ll seize the moment to strike."

A subtle, icy smirk laced his words.

"Time for us to dive into the chaos too."