Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 596 -596-Starfont Divine Court Submits, and the Battle Continues

Within the Council Hall.

The mirror clone materialized upon the imperial throne.

Angie remained standing with deep respect inside the hall.

"Your Majesty, an envoy from the Starfont Divine Court seeks an audience beyond the Gold Giant Gate."

Aurek raised his eyes.

"Allow him entry..."

A short while after.

Having received approval, Sylma drew in a steady breath and crossed the threshold of the fabled colossal gate.

Suddenly, a dazzling burst of radiance surged at him, nearly overwhelming his vision.

Endless majestic palaces and opulent halls stretched out ahead, while the awe-inspiring shrines stirred his very spirit.

In his mind, the Starlight Sanctuary had always been the grandest wonder across the whole Star Sea.

Yet this shrine dwarfed it by a factor of a thousand in splendor!

He advanced into the Council Hall.

The hall's interior resembled a crystalline starry expanse, immense and enigmatic.

The throne elevated above appeared enormous, crafted as if from infinite celestial bodies.

Sylma tilted his head upward, eager to behold the mythic presence.

The sovereign who, within a mere five years, forged a Divine Court-tier empire, reached the pinnacle Sage level, and casually vanquished primordial titans!

But the instant he looked up, an overwhelming imperial pressure crashed down on him.

As someone on the verge of Empyrean Sanctum, Sylma shuddered uncontrollably.

A profound sense of triviality and hopelessness welled up from his core.

He refrained from any more daring notions and bowed his head in deference.

"Lord Sylma extends greetings to the revered Crossbridge Emperor!"

His words reverberated across the expansive chamber.

"I represent the Stellar Saint-Emperor, delivering a missive to the Crossbridge Emperor."

He presented a document woven from principles and edicts, which drifted toward the throne.

Sylma bowed once more, his tone full of humility.

"The Stellar Saint-Emperor offers to relinquish one-third of his domain as amends. He desires peace between the Starfont Divine Court and the Crossbridge Empire, allowing harmony in the Myriad Races Star Sea."

"There's no need for us to... annihilate one another."

"One-third of the territory?"

A commanding tone emanated from the throne.

Sylma quivered, feeling that scrutiny like a deity appraising an insect.

"Return and relay this to the Stellar Saint-Emperor!"

The declaration brooked no debate.

"I'll claim one-third of the territory... and!"

"I'll seize the remaining two-thirds too. I demand the entirety!"

As soon as the statement fell, the document ascending to the throne burst into flames.

In Sylma's stunned gaze, the missive crumbled to cinders and scattered downward.

Claim... the whole territory?!

Sylma's thoughts reeled in shock.

"Your Majesty... is negotiation truly impossible?"

He uttered the words with great effort.

The chill from the throne intensified sharply.

Sylma sensed his essence turning to ice.

"Return and inform them..."

That icy proclamation descended like heavenly retribution.

"Brace for battle!"

"The Crossbridge Empire's armies will arrive shortly."

"At that moment, they'll grasp a single truth—they hold no leverage to bargain with me!"

Sylma's complexion drained of color.

Facing this overbearing ruler, nothing but dread filled him.

Though anxiety had gripped him prior to arrival, the thrill and eagerness of brokering an epic accord had overshadowed his fears.

After all, the Divine Court had displayed readiness to yield, even surrendering lands—such an enormous gesture that the Crossbridge Emperor ought to embrace it.

Yet astonishingly, the Crossbridge Emperor's greed surpassed all expectations!

He ventured no further remarks, merely prostrating in respect before departing.

Aurek observed his exit in silence.

His two hundred million near-Empyrean Sanctum forces were already marching to conquer, embodying his unyielding resolve!

...

Chaos Singularity.

The Divine Ocean of Mysteries.

This domain transcended normal comprehension.

Myriad suspended landmasses wandered through the turbulent waters, every one rivaling a stellar realm in scale.

Timeless metropolises, shrines, and spires rose upon these landmasses, their structures inscribed with symbols and enchantments surpassing those of the Myriad Races Star Sea.

Innumerable beams of sacred radiance ascended from the diverse landmasses, delving into the chaotic abyss, as if upholding the cosmos itself.

Amid these drifting landmasses sprawled a far more immense turbulent sea.

This sea stretched infinitely, encompassing the vastness of hundreds of stellar realms.

It rotated languidly, resembling a colossal maelstrom of disorder.

Along the maelstrom's rim, streams of ordinances cascaded like torrents, blending into the adjacent emptiness.

Right at the maelstrom's heart hovered an enormous stone platform.

The platform towered upright, extending billions of meters, as though bearing the weight of the chaotic canopy.

It shimmered indistinctly, veiled as if by infinite eras and dimensions.

Merely its aura warped and contorted the nearby void.

The Fate River coursed alongside it, an eternal stream encircling the platform, its currents mirroring the fates of myriad souls, sparkling like countless stellar lights.

The vicinity formed an utter taboo realm.

No entity risked nearing it, lest they challenge fate head-on, defying the inconceivable supreme power!

At this instant, a pair of robust figures positioned themselves at the taboo's boundary, staring toward the platform.

One bore a gigantic blade, scarlet inscriptions pulsing across its edge, as if saturated with the essence of slain deities.

The other wielded a huge silvery weapon, its surface ablaze with unending divine fires.

Nevertheless, the pair were mirror images, both fixated on the platform's summit.

There, a title blazed fiercely—Aurek!

The duo of symbols dangled like a scorching orb atop the platform, forging a barren expanse below, as if hollowing the space under the seat of power!

...

Blue Sparrow Palace.

This immense bastion drifted within the turbulent sea, rivaling half an Endless Mainland in magnitude.

Constructed wholly from some enigmatic pale rock, it radiated a gentle luminescence amid the turmoil.

Legions of pinnacles stabbed into the emptiness, crowned with arcane gems that perpetually drew in the ambient chaotic essence.

Shrines, passages, squares, and verdant spaces—all structures layered meticulously, aligned with flawless symmetry.

Various enormous gateways flanked the city's perimeter, each carved with primordial glyphs—Blue Sparrow!

Every glyph appeared to inhale and exhale rhythmically, each cycle harmonizing with the ambient ordinances.

Hordes of cloaked sorcerers gathered by the gateways, their eyes locked on the duo at the taboo's fringe.

These sorcerers and mighty entities hailed from varied ages and realms, yet now their attentions converged on one spot.

"Those warriors who clashed through the multiverse are making their way back,"

A youthful male murmured, his tone laced with profound reverence.

"Aurek holds the absolute peak of the platform. His inscription has cleared out the nine positions directly below. It looks like trouble awaits him."

"We can only wish that Guy Byrne and his allies escape unscathed."

A soft-voiced maiden chimed in gently.

"How could they possibly remain untouched?"

Yet another youth shook his head, face etched with gravity.

"Storm Thunder God already ventured to the Myriad Races Star Sea in pursuit, only to meet his end. Moments ago, his sire, the Lord of the Formless, set out as well."

Silence enveloped the group.

Lord of the Formless—a colossal figure from the Primordial Epoch, attaining the sixth tier of highest Sage rank.

Even he mobilized in person, yet the issue lingered: this Aurek persisted in existence!

The inscription crowning the platform burned ever brighter!