Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 615 -615-The Frightened Sword-Sea Emperor

Upon hearing the phrase 'ninth-level supreme sage rank,' Alexander, Dikru, Limut, and their companions felt their hearts pound with overwhelming astonishment, almost bursting from the shock.

Ninth... ninth-level Empyrean Sanctum?!

Their eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Previously, the relentless assault from more than one hundred billion Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum had stunned their senses, preventing any chance to assess Aurek’s actual rank.

However... this was beyond comprehension!

One year!

Just a year prior, this Emperor had only recently entered Empyrean Sanctum. And now, so swiftly, he teetered on the edge of Quasi-Eternal sage rank?

This went far beyond mere prodigious talent — those so-called prodigies couldn't even carry Aurek’s luggage!

'Impossible...'

'No... no...'

It was completely preposterous!

A force of almost one hundred billion Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum was already mind-bendingly crazy — and Aurek’s rank now demolished every bit of their former knowledge!

…

Suddenly, the mark on the Sword-Sea Emperor’s forehead ignited, resembling a third eye awakening with divine light.

The formation of nine hundred ninety-nine Cursed Swords reacted at once, fixing their aim squarely on Aurek.

In a flash, three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords ripped through the emptiness, hurtling towards him with deadly accuracy.

Aurek’s gaze sharpened.

Within that group, he detected a known presence — the very sword that had once restrained the Oblivion Wastes on the Endless Continent.

Yet now, its strength far surpassed what it had been!

Each of these swords matched the might of an Origin Artifact.

And all nine hundred ninety-nine Cursed Swords possessed similar levels of power.

That implied Aurek was up against nine hundred ninety-nine Origin Artifacts all at once.

The immense destructive potential was beyond imagination! Not even the Dragon Emperor would dismiss such a barrage lightly.

With a mighty bellow, an illusory golden dragon claw slammed down onto the three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords.

But immediately, the claw was punctured clean through!

These Cursed Swords were crafted by the Sword-Sea Emperor using solidified divine metals gathered from the Primordial River Cosmos.

Across more than ten million years, he had imprisoned these Cursed Swords, scattering them through various universes to unleash repeated cataclysms of slaughter, feeding on the blood and grudges of countless lives.

Subsequently, he brutally merged the essences of billions of divine swords from the Chaotic Sword Sea into them, forging blades that could shred the Star Sea itself.

The dread of the Cursed Swords lay not just in their brutal killing force. Every sword harbored boundless malice — a loathing so fierce it could erode even the Fate River.

Upon impact, these swords could infiltrate an opponent’s Threads of Fate, breach the Fate River, and doom their destiny through unyielding causality, snapping the Threads of Fate and annihilating the foe completely.

Even a Quasi-Eternal sage rank might face severe repercussions. While supreme sage ranks grasped the Fate River deeply, these assaults targeted its core essence.

With unending malice as the edge, any wound it caused became an eternal scar on destiny.

The Sword-Sea Emperor had once unleashed thirty-six of these Cursed Swords into the Myriad Races Starfield. They had ravaged tens of thousands of universes, concluding era after era, amassing malice beyond measure.

The Devouring Cursed Sword Array employed three hundred thirty-three swords for attack, three hundred thirty-three for protection, and three hundred thirty-three to harness the Sword Universe’s lethal energies. They wove in the Fate River, delivering a unified onslaught against the foe.

Even a Quasi-Eternal sage rank would approach with caution.

Although the array was not yet complete, it proved more than enough to assail Aurek.

…

The three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords shredded the dragon-claw illusion, surging straight at the Dragon Emperor.

Trailing them, trillions of divine swords from the Sword Sea surged upward, forming a tidal wave poised to engulf all in its path!

The Dragon Emperor let out a thunderous roar, opting to confront the onslaught directly.

Despite not having attained Quasi-Eternal sage rank, his divine abilities amplified his strength to unparalleled heights. Each exchange wielded the might of a Quasi-Eternal sage rank.

The Sword Sea Universe buckled under the ferocity of this confrontation — it fractured repeatedly from the pressure.

Most alarmingly, the Fate River’s retaliatory strikes were fatal. A single blow could obliterate whole universes in moments.

Even spectators far off in the Star Sea trembled at the magnitude.

Conflicts involving a Quasi-Eternal sage rank were utterly horrifying.

…

Aurek seized the Golden Sword and slashed it horizontally.

A wall of eternity materialized in front of the Cursed Swords, a sacred barrier that severed all connections.

The Dragon Emperor, undaunted, advanced boldly, activating his pinnacle technique:

'Calamity Dimension!'

Its maw parted wide, releasing infinite Threads of Fate woven into supreme lightning, which poured down toward the Sword-Sea Emperor.

Trillions of divine swords exploded amid the lightning, dissolving into radiant wisps.

'What... power is this?!'

The Sword-Sea Emperor’s complexion drained of color.

He urgently summoned back the three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords.

Simultaneously, the Devouring Cursed Sword Array ballooned outward, frantically resisting the supreme lightning.

The blood-red sword sea, brimming with tormented malice and furious lightning, smashed together with ear-splitting wails, ravaging spirits.

In that instant —

Crusader Goddess Venus yanked the Divine Oracle Sword free from the rune formation.

This time, she seized momentary dominance over it, then thrust toward the Devouring Cursed Sword Array.

Boom—!

The Sword Sea Universe could endure no more, torn asunder in a brutal divide!

The Devouring Cursed Sword Array quaked fiercely from the impact. Its formidable defenses surged forth, but the Sword Sea split wide open, the rift racing wildly toward the far reaches of the Sword Universe.

Realm after realm tumbled into oblivion.

Trillions of divine swords fragmented and dispersed through the void.

This one blow had demolished almost half the universe.

The Sword-Sea Emperor shivered; his gray robe billowed on its own.

Behind him, the Fate River roiled turbulently, bearing crushing strain.

He stared in terror at the Divine Oracle Sword, perceiving an unfathomable truth.

Having ascended to Quasi-Eternal sage rank via a lone sword, he knew intimately the horror concealed in this weapon.

He couldn't put it into words, but an unseen presence churned dread within his very soul.

He plunged his swords into the Fate River, attempting to twist fate and quash the Divine Oracle Sword’s might right as Venus drew it out.

But the Dragon Emperor moved swifter!

In its warlord form, the dragon’s tail whipped into the phantom Fate River, demolishing the supreme sword radiance.

The force kept surging, barreling directly at the Sword-Sea Emperor!

'Impossible!'

'How could someone below Quasi-Eternal sage rank manipulate the Fate River?!'

The Sword-Sea Emperor’s spirit plummeted; his gaze turned razor-sharp with peril.

Yet he refused to stay entangled in the fight.

Without a second thought, he directed the Devouring Cursed Sword Array to rend the universe and escape!

Dikru, Limut, and the rest stood frozen in shock.

All the fighters from Origin Sword Sea were left speechless.

Their revered icon — the luminous figure who had toppled endless ages — had forsaken it all to run away?

Alexander’s heart chilled to the core.

He understood it clearly: if victory had been remotely possible, the Sword-Sea Emperor would never have withdrawn.

Now he bolted without pause, casting aside even the heritage of Origin Sword Sea.

The implication was crystal clear.

The conflict had escalated to this: his top heir, David, lay slain, and the fight was irredeemable.

No matter his rage, Alexander had no choice but to withdraw.