Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 611 -611-The Ocean of Swords, Alexander

Aurek kept his thoughts sharp while he kept examining the key points marked on the scroll.

Details in it also revealed that descendants from numerous ancient sects, back from places such as the Primordial River Cosmos, were gearing up to assault the Crossbridge Divine Court, hunting for the Dark Abyss and whatever mystery lurked inside him!

Aurek paid extra close heed to this detail.

It concerned a special realm—the Truth Universe—and the fabled Gate of Truth.

From what Chaos Singularity’s top experts believed, signs of that ultimate entity disappeared right there.

She might have stepped into the Truth Universe by now!

Powerful groups considered the Truth Universe, in their calculations, as the actual realm of endless life.

Beams of radiance hovered near Aurek’s fingers.

His gaze blazed like roaring flames.

Others no longer had to laboriously sneak into the Starry Expanse anymore— he had arrived in person,

accompanied by a massive army of 84 billion quasi-Empyrean Sanctum soldiers!

"First, seize the Origin Sword Sea."

The command came right from Aurek’s mouth.

"As you command!"

Suggwoth along with the rest of the commanders gave their salutes.

A gateway to the stars boomed into existence.

Eternal Apollo Sunblaze, Cursefont Star God Merxis, and their companions started guiding their forces over the Endless River.

The Dragon Emperor cast a look at the river’s raging flow—a deluge of endless merging celestial bodies.

Rather than taking the portal, he barreled right into it!

His huge, limitless frame smashed apart the stellar rush!

Innumerable Shorekeepers stared in astonishment.

Quasi-eternal sage ranks always needed to activate a cosmic gate just to pass through.

Yet here were the ruler’s followers boldly crossing without one!?

They had never witnessed anything like it before.

It was clear why the Saint Emperor of Crossbridge struck fear into the Ten Thousand Races of the Star Sea; such bravery and boldness alone showed his unconventional power.

This one move alone would etch an eternal mark on this spot.

But right then, something even more baffling hit them, wiping their thoughts clean:

Rumble—rumble—rumble...

The infinite quasi-Empyrean Sanctum armies rushed through the turmoil, pouring into the cosmic gate.

Myriad Shorekeepers almost bulged their eyes in disbelief.

These... every single one is a quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouse!?

Hold on... all these fighters are heading to challenge the Chaos Singularity?

North of the Tablet of Destiny, buried in the heart of the Sword Universe, rose the immense Sword Sea Sanctuary.

A dark-gold robed Empyrean Sanctum hurried into the sanctuary, his steps ringing against the icy ground.

Deep in the hall’s far end, upon a seat crafted entirely from dense sword will, perched a grand silhouette emitting deadly keenness.

He was Alexander, the Sword Sea’s Master!

Overlord of the Origin Sword Sea,

and David’s divine sire as well.

"Who approaches?"

A deep tone from Alexander filled the grand sanctuary.

Being a ninth-stage supreme sage rank, he sensed every fate thread and ancient pulse in the Sword Universe.

No creature entering his territory could dodge his watch.

Within the sanctuary, David plus every Origin Sword Sea powerhouse turned their attention to the supreme sage rank.

"Tumult brews from the Starry Expanse of the Ten Thousand Races,"

the supreme sage rank announced solemnly.

"It originates from the Crossbridge Divine Court."

"Hmph—?"

David’s gaze tightened abruptly, twin beams of sharpness flashing from his eyes.

Earlier, during his avatar’s quest for a blade, he had shortly confronted that ruler.

Back then, his rush to get back to the Sword Sea kept him from staying longer.

He intended to confront that fabled figure face-to-face after setups were ready.

However, the foe now charged directly toward him?

Alexander and fellow elites traded looks of astonishment.

"The Crossbridge Divine Court has only just conquered the Starry Expanse, yet they venture into the Chaos Singularity?"

One elite in a red mantle scoffed.

"Such greed cuts deeper than the blades of the Star Origin and Reincarnation Emperors!"

"Leading 200 million quasi-Empyrean Sanctum forces after dominating the Star Sea’s Ten Thousand Races... that Saint Emperor must have lost track of his limits,"

a different elite chimed in, scorn hardly hidden.

"With these intruders already inside the Sword Universe, it’s time to ready for combat."

"Wipe out those 200 million soldiers, and the emperor might finally grasp reality."

He stopped briefly, avarice shining in his stare:

"Maybe even seize him too. That mystery he guards needs thorough examination."

All knew it—Aurek climbed from ordinary human to supreme sage rank in just four or five years.

Clearly, a huge enigma dwelled within him.

Did it tie to the Dark Abyss or a mythic ultimate entity? No one could say.

Still, the pull of that enigma could push any knowing soul to insanity.

But the reporting supreme sage rank delivered stunning tidings.

"The lead group that pierced the Sword Universe halted their push. Just two supreme sage ranks linger by the border..."

He raised his face, words measured and intent:

"On this occasion, the Saint Emperor leads personally."

"Aurek in the flesh?"

David’s stare ignited with burning resolve.

Alexander and the rest of the elites creased their foreheads, blending shock with hidden thrill.

Which one among them didn’t crave Aurek’s hidden truth?

Here he came right to the Sword Universe’s brink, handing over the chance on a platter!

"With him arriving himself and 200 million quasi-Empyrean Sanctum as the front line, more armies will surely trail behind."

Alexander warned sternly, holding steady amid the astonishment:

"Underestimate them not. Face this with full gravity."

The advance guard by itself boasted two supreme sage ranks and 200 million quasi-Empyrean Sanctum warriors.

Whatever came next would surely dwarf it.

Even 200 million quasi-Empyrean Sanctum demanded the Origin Sword Sea brace fully.

Should that count double, the catastrophe would defy imagination.

The oddity of Aurek and Crossbridge Divine Court’s hordes, with their eerie rise and power, was already legend.

A doubling in size wasn’t out of reach.

The Origin Sword Sea held edges in supreme sage rank count, peerless Origin Relics, and—most crucially—that entity’s existence.

Lacking those, clashing with such numbers spelled doom.

"Send out a call across the whole Sword Universe. Rally every troop for war readiness."

"Also, rouse every sleeping powerhouse in the Origin Sword Sea."

Alexander’s command boomed in the sanctuary, carrying absolute command.

Those there agreed and moved at once.

David exited the sanctuary, his encircling fierce sword energy quivering faintly, waves of murderous vibe surging strong.

He stared into the chaos’s core, his look keen like an unsheathed edge.

"Aurek... our reunion draws near."

"Now, I’ve got endless moments to handle you properly!"

A blade gleam ripped the emptiness, racing through the Sword Universe.

The very next second—

Myriad Origin Sword Sea powerhouses turned into brilliant sword beams, slashing past the realm walls, flocking to the Sword Universe’s borders.

In that instant, the whole universe appeared stirred by sword will; the very rules of existence gained cutting edge and deadly purpose.

In the east chaos ocean of the Sword Universe,

legions of powerhouses assembled, a dark wave reaching the skyline.

One sword gleam dashed through the disorder, shaping a colossal sword form.

At his back, thirty-six spell formations gradually spread out.

Infinite sword beams gushed from nothingness into the formations, birthing thirty-six fearsome avatars.

An ocean-like torrent of blades streamed from the Sword Sea Sanctuary’s depths.

Three million shapes burst forward, landing at the Sea of Chaos’s rim.