Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 577 -577-The Empire’s Territory — Empyrean Sanctum Forbidden
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
"If I let you escape, then how could I possibly warn off the others?!"
Aurek's words echoed throughout the vast Star Sea.
By unleashing the Law of Space to its utmost extent, he traversed innumerable starfields with just one stride.
His longsword descended.
In that moment, the Star Sea was split apart!
Myriad threads of fate broke instantly.
Boom—!
The overwhelming force dragged Storm Thunder God out from the void against his will.
As soon as he materialized, Aurek materialized right in front of him, driving the golden sword directly ahead!
Crunch—pfft!
The blade's point stabbed right through the rear of his cranium!
Right then, the whole starfield got locked down by the powers of time and space.
This move guaranteed that no trace of Storm Thunder God could slip away!
Outside the starfield, endless layers of temporal snares and spatial breakdowns sealed the zone tight!
Even Dreamweaver, a genuine Empyrean Sanctum powerhouse, watched in utter astonishment.
The ancient beasts lurking beyond the Star Sea were roused too.
Aurek's real form had obliterated four divine bodies with one devastating blow!
And in that same attack, he ended Storm Thunder God's life!
Now, he had trapped him within the Star Sea. Was he really set on wiping out the offspring of the Lord of the Formless for good?
Though not yet at Empyrean Sanctum level, he had taken down four divine bodies with sage-rank power, ones that could match typical Empyrean Sanctum figures in direct clashes.
The Emperor of Crossbridge had staged what many called the era's most brilliant showdown.
Even the silhouette atop the Heaven-Pillar showed a flicker of shock on his features.
Aurek's level hadn't crossed that threshold, but via time acceleration, he had wildly expended Emperor Points to boost himself to an inconceivable peak.
Trillions times trillions of points propelled him to a stature beyond anyone's wildest imagination.
His ultimate creation technique had far exceeded the primal reversion of all things, the kind that could rend the heavens and forge realms.
Slaying the divine heir of a non-Empyrean Sanctum entity—what challenge did that pose?
Ultimately, Storm Thunder God had merely tapped into his father-god's strength.
Alvin froze briefly, then burst into laughter.
He had constantly gauged the true body's might by the mirrored avatar's capabilities.
That misjudgment started right from the outset.
Once the actual body acted, there was no room for drawn-out talk.
The three drops of holy blood were already under the mirrored avatar's control.
As for the utterly isolated starfield, nobody had the guts to step inside.
Not even Dreamweaver!
It served as a lethal snare crafted solely to finish off Storm Thunder God once and for all.
The golden sword impaled his forehead.
Storm Thunder God's form gradually dissolved into myriad specks of light floating away.
Every speck transformed into a dazzling star, spreading to all reaches of the Star Sea...
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In the realm of the Godblood Scions,
Across uncountable divine halls, the idols of Storm Thunder God crumbled simultaneously.
"What in the world occurred?!"
"Storm Thunder God’s statue is shattered—!"
"What's the matter? Did something befall the legendary god?!"
All creatures in that realm quaked at the vision, fear rippling from one to another.
Who exactly was Storm Thunder God?
He stood as the progeny of the Lord of the Formless, a paramount being like the ultimate divinity!
In their minds, he endured forever, immortal, the exalted god disseminating cosmic wisdoms.
Yet now...
The Godblood Scions' patriarch and the cluster of quasi-Empyrean Sanctum masters trailing him had witnessed it firsthand, their forms shuddering uncontrollably.
Only hopelessness and powerlessness filled their stares...
Evidently, Storm Thunder God fell to the Crossbridge Empire!
A god of such supremacy couldn't even flee. They couldn't fathom the events unfolding there!
...
Buried deep in the Chaos Singularity lay an age-old divine shrine.
Its lord, the Lord of the Formless, was pushing toward greater heights.
Abruptly, his eyes snapped open.
The four drops of holy blood plus the pinnacle divine technique he granted personally all stirred together.
He split off a thread of awareness and delved into a segment of the River of Fate.
The fate thread tied to Storm Thunder God was vanishing into oblivion!
In that instant, the Lord of the Formless's expression turned grim.
His five digits raked the void, striving to yank that vanishing fate thread from the flow.
Normally, even with the flesh destroyed, if the fate line wasn't fully gone, he could pull back the soul and rebuild it.
Regrettably, he lagged by a single step!
That thread had dimmed so much it evaded his grasp.
Ultimately, his hand closed on empty air.
"Who did this—?!"
The Lord of the Formless's enraged bellow brimmed with slaughterous fury that spanned endless starfields.
The elder fiends dispersed across the Star Sea felt it in differing intensities.
The Stellar Saint-Emperor, the Samsara Saint Emperor, Dreamweaver, the Silver Gentleman...
Even the forbidden entity concealed in the chaotic abyss's core shifted its focus here simultaneously.
"This is... that ancient fossil Wuxiang's offspring perished?"
"Hahahahaha—!"
From the chaotic abyss's depths, amid that twisted black sludge, erupted a raspy laugh.
"Excellent! Perfect that he's gone!"
Events were set to grow chaotic now.
The gears of conflict had started spinning. The Star Sea's fracture loomed inevitable.
The Dark Abyss would soon emerge!
...
At the boundary of that totally barricaded Star Sea zone,
Aurek lingered with arms folded behind, face impassive while observing Storm Thunder God's frame keep scattering.
Their gazes locked.
The thick despair and reluctance in Storm Thunder God's eyes looked set to solidify.
Even in demise, he likely couldn't grasp his downfall in such a spot.
No surprise... no wonder the Tablet of Destiny shifted that way...
Roar!
Roar, roar...!
Nine imperial dragons spanned the Star Sea, hauling an imperial chariot from the distance.
Aurek boarded it with a single leap, and the chariot veered toward the Gold Giant Gate.
Right before passing through, his peripheral vision flicked toward a certain spot.
Dreamweaver lurked there!
That brief look froze Dreamweaver—this authentic Empyrean Sanctum authority—stiff.
Only once the chariot slipped past the grand gate did he exhale deeply.
"The Empire’s domain... Empyrean Sanctum off-limits..."
Dreamweaver murmured those phrases quietly, a mixed grin crossing his lips.
To break free of bonds, a toll must always be settled.
...
Within Aetherian Sanctuary,
Josephine and her companions perched on the sacred palace, minds reeling.
The fellow raised beside them had soared to such immense power!
So grand it bordered on the inconceivable!
Alvin and his group had commenced mending the realm barriers wrecked by the clash.
The goddesses from the four Elysium Starrealms were guided via the Gold Giant Gate straight to the Supreme Sanctuary.
Having seen the prior spectacle, any prior grudges they held dissolved entirely. They prostrated reverently in the chamber, heads bowed low.
Aurek positioned himself by the imperial seat, casting his view down upon them.
All four women boasted golden locks and azure eyes, with captivating builds, each exuding a distinct holiness and grace.
"You can all leave now."
Aurek stated coolly.
Indeed, his Divine Sanctuary housed plenty of saintesses and lovelies, yet that didn't imply he welcomed every suitor.
Those close to him knew well that, thus far, his chosen imperial consorts all bore profound connections to him.
Only Belinda, once princess of the Pood Empire, joined via a mere alliance wedding.
And still, she ranked as the initial consort to conceive!
She proved herself a shrewd imperial spouse...
Regarding the women he claimed later, he hadn't laid a hand on any, despite these offspring of vanquished foes technically being his in some regard.
Isabella advanced with attendants and led the four away to the Crystal Moonlight Palace.
Alvin and the rest remained aside, faces steady.
But Otto and the Elysium Starrealm specialists outside the hall all released heavy breaths of ease.
They had staked right.
His Imperial Majesty truly favored stunning ladies!
These four goddesses were the cherished icons revered by the endless trillions of souls in the Elysium Starrealms, the realization of their collective beauty ideals.
That aura of divine elegance they radiated defied easy words. Even females felt drawn, much less males!
This stood as Otto's prime method to soothe the emperor's ire!
They vividly recalled the instant Storm Thunder God met his end.
The Emperor’s fury was not to be provoked!
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