Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 551 -551-Unprecedented, Unmatched

A mere offhand remark left the local guests in the inn beaming with utter contentment.

As residents of the Celestial Light God Realm, they had gained some advantages, however small, from the Empire's ascent.

"So that's the situation."

No further doubts arose among them.

One of the locals started chattering with enthusiasm right away. "You folks from outside have no idea—it's not your fault!"

"When it comes to our Crossbridge Empire and His Majesty... he's absolutely without equal in history or the future—the supreme being across the whole Star Sea!"

Pride swelled uncontrollably in his voice.

Without equal? Supreme in the Star Sea?

Didn't that sound like over-the-top boasting?

The Apocalypse Sanctum specialists inwardly chuckled, yet they held their tongues and didn't challenge him.

These Celestial Light God Realm inhabitants might never venture beyond the Eastern Starfield in their lifetimes—how could they comprehend the immense scale of the Star Sea?

"Exactly!" another resident joined in, his gaze brimming with recalled astonishment.

"I visited the Endless Continent one time. That spot... wow, wow—you wouldn't believe it."

He dropped his tone, though the astonishment still seeped through.

"Here, birth lands you in the God Fire realm. But over there?"

"You start as a fragile mortal—too feeble to take down even one altered creature."

"I learned it only after arriving—apparently, beneath the divine levels, there exist eleven complete 'ant' levels."

"Our birth already places us at the end point those folks could never touch in a full life!"

He stopped briefly and scanned the room.

"But guess what's even wilder?"

"His Majesty... rose from those lowly mortal insects."

"He forged that unparalleled Empire single-handedly, starting from absolute zero!"

"From the Endless Continent, through the Abyss Demon Realm, into the Celestial Light God Realm—he then stormed the Eastern Starfield, advanced to the Styx Sector, and now he's smashing Divine Court armies flat."

"Gentlemen—"

Excitement surged as he rose to his feet, his fingers quivering.

Five fingers thrust upward, he clenched his jaw and stressed every syllable.

"Only five years!!"

"How could that be possible?!"

The powerhouses from the Apocalypse Sanctum cried out together.

Lindsey's pulse raced wildly—he nearly lost his cover.

His intense stare fixed on the widely smiling fellow.

"What you're claiming... it's not some prank, right?"

"Hah."

The fellow let out a sharp scoff.

"Head to the Endless Continent and question anybody. Find out if my words hold truth."

"If I was merely exaggerating, why would I bother debating with you lot?"

Silence gripped the inn completely.

The Apocalypse Sanctum specialists appeared stunned, their grins turned rigid on their features.

Five years.

From mere mortal status... to the present—powerful enough to almost eradicate the Primordial Giants.

Strength capable of smashing the Hellshark Undead Legion directly, and routing the Starfont Divine Court's border forces.

This...

If this didn't qualify as "without equal in history or future," then who could claim such a title?

Could the whole Star Sea yield another like him?

Icy fear raced along their backs.

They arrived to track that child's location, yet abruptly it dawned on them—

That Emperor's very being warranted the deepest scrutiny.

The inn's locals were familiar with these tales, but retelling them still stirred deep tremors and left them wordless.

The earlier star-robed individual slumped into his seat and exhaled deeply.

"The Empire shines as brightly as the midday sun. Rumors say His Majesty has reached quasi-Empyrean Sanctum, and he's shared wisdom with the god on the Heavenlight Divine Pillar. Perhaps soon he'll ascend to true Empyrean Sanctum."

"Should that occur, establishing a new Divine Court could well become reality."

Quasi... Empyrean Sanctum!

Lindsey's thoughts quaked fiercely—terror overwhelmed him entirely.

The boundless ocean in his gaze surged into turbulent storms that wouldn't calm.

He stood as a quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouse listed on the Demigod Throne.

Still, even he buckled under such a revelation.

In just four or five years—leaping endless divine barriers from a dust-like mortal, attaining quasi-Empyrean Sanctum!

"Just what... are we up against...?"

The Apocalypse Sanctum specialists felt profoundly stirred.

They fought to contain their feelings, fearing any slip of the slightest energy trace.

The team shrank into obscurity, silently absorbing the inn's conversations.

Revelation piled on revelation—each shattering their long-held convictions.

Not until dusk did they depart the Starlight Colonnade, their thoughts foggy and disoriented.

They entered the God Mountain Royal Court territory.

...

God Mountain Royal Court

The Elven Goddess along with the Elven Star Domain's elites had slipped unnoticed into this timeless holy metropolis, staying at an inn close to the royal palace.

Every one of them donned masks of deception.

However, certain traits defied concealment—like their stunning allure, bodies radiating a special holy allure from the Spring of Life.

This boon from the cosmos was bestowed upon Elven Star Domain natives from the start, inscribed deep in their essences.

The Elven Goddess raised her gaze, staring at the imposing Gold Giant Gate spanning the heavenly dome—its scale so overwhelming it stole the breath.

"Your Highness," whispered a true Sage Master at her side, "barring surprises, that's likely the Twelvefold Aetherian Sanctuary erected by the Stellar Divine Court with its national might."

"The report placing the child in the Crossbridge Empire appears utterly reliable."

The Elven Goddess held her response for a beat.

Her star-reflecting eyes tightened a fraction, wariness deepening across her forehead.

"Probe cautiously. Stay alert," she instructed at last.

The true Sage Master prepared to dash forward.

"Hold."

The Elven Goddess abruptly raised her palm to halt him.

A quick twist of her delicate fingers erased the group from the avenue, relocating them swiftly to the shade of a building overlooking the road.

Boom—

Boom—boom—!

A unit of armored urban watchmen advanced in flawless unison—their rhythm nearly robotic—from the street's distant side.

Onlookers parted to the edges, evidently used to the routine.

Yet inside the building, the Elven Goddess's perfect features paled starkly.

The elven elites nearby had their pupils shrink sharply, their stares locked in ice.

Not until the watch unit strode right past and faded down the street did a voice break the quiet.

"...Sage Lord watchmen?"

A Sage Lord-level elf murmured the phrase softly.

A unit.

A full unit—all at Sage Lord level.

Deploying Sage Lord troops for street patrols?

"Your Highness, w-we... have we ended up in the incorrect spot?"

The true Sage Master elf faced her allies, her look raw with terror and incredulity.

Was this the forsaken Star Sea corner they'd approached with scorn?

At present, it seemed they'd stumbled into a Divine Court's vital sanctuary by error.

No... that didn't fit.

Would any Divine Court assign Sage Lord forces to uphold city peace?

Terror gripped them fully for an instant.

Moments before, they'd weighed sneaking toward the Gold Giant Gate for a check...

Reflecting now, only cold sweat remained.

"Keep clear of that gate... Head to the royal palace instead."

The Elven Goddess spoke evenly, though a hint of unease laced her words—unnoticed by her.

She peered upward once more at the brilliant massive portal above, shelving all urges to approach it.

They turned instead toward the royal complex.

Soon after, the identical display unfolded anew before them.

Then—like hushed insects in cold season—they blended into the throng, scarcely drawing breath.