Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 658 -658-A Hunting Trap — All of Them Were Nothing but Nourishment

Buzz—!

The moment the Starry Sky Sage charging ahead touched the light pillar's brink and nearly grasped that leaf—

the whole Star Sea abruptly halted, frozen in time.

All movements dragged to a crawl, like being trapped in thick mud.

Rumble—!

The light pillar ripped apart the cosmic vault, causing it to shatter entirely.

Suddenly, the Fate River fragmented, turning into infinite blackness that engulfed all sight.

Beings across the Star Sea had their views devoured by total darkness. Nothing remained visible.

Right then—

a colossal hand blotting out the skies plunged down, snatching the Starry Sky Sage in an instant.

That ultimate divine and sacred presence filled the Starry Sky Sage with boundless dread. He struggled to escape but remained utterly trapped.

"Run—!"

With a roar of pure desperation aimed at the Primordial Race experts, the Starry Sky Sage's cry reverberated through the Truth Universe zone.

No one paused to ponder the catastrophe. Instantly, all turned and bolted away.

The Primordial Elder’s face grew grim. He deployed ultimate techniques to mask his clansmen's trails, aiding their getaway.

Rumble—!

Across distant star river edges, cosmic domes crumbled sequentially.

One massive sky-shrouding hand after another breached the universe barriers and extended forth.

A single such hand gripped the Melda Primogenitor, then spiked him like a root piercing a trunk.

That root-like spike stabbed through his holy form akin to a parasitic vine, relentlessly siphoning the quasi-Eternal Sage's vital blood.

"Ah... my power!"

Utter hopelessness filled the Melda Primogenitor's agonized scream.

"Ahhh—!"

"No!!"

Quasi-Eternal Sages fell one by one: captured, linked in chains, and impaled on those root-spikes.

"Run! Run, quickly...!"

The horde of elites invading the Truth Universe zone witnessed the horror, their blood running cold.

This wasn't any chance at fortune.

It was a meticulously laid snare!

They scattered in wild frenzy.

But once targeted, escape proved futile—those sky-spanning hands pursued relentlessly, no matter the direction.

Like smashing insects, the hands crushed them tight and thrust them onto the root-spikes.

Boundless holy blood stained the roots a malevolent red, resembling twisted veins packed densely.

The Star River Sovereign bolted in panic.

A titanic hand dropped, swallowing him whole.

"Wait—!"

"Spare my life!"

Boom!

The sky-covering hand clamped down without mercy, denying even a twitch of resistance.

At that point, vague silhouettes began emerging from the light pillar one after another.

They locked onto every target flawlessly. After grabbing quasi-Eternal Sages, they turned to Supreme Sages, quasi-Supreme Sages, Sage Masters...

Like reaping a harvest, they ruthlessly pinned them to the roots.

Certain silhouettes herded captured powerhouses into cage after cage.

Others threaded mighty ones onto roots as if skewering meat.

Wails of despair rang out across the Truth Universe.

Boom!

In the Apocalypse Universe past the Endless Starlight Isle—

Bang!

The universe's barrier exploded under brutal force.

Sky-shrouding giant hands pulverized myriad lives, snaring Supreme Sages, quasi-Eternal Sages, Sage Masters, and others.

Crimson blood flooded the universe in moments.

Universe walls splintered to pieces, as creatures drowned in tormenting shrieks.

"What is happening?!"

"What are these things?!"

"Damn it, where did these heaven-covering hands come from?!"

"How is this possible? They’re slaughtering quasi-Eternal Sages—they’re slaughtering Supreme Sages... what level of power is this?!"

Watching strings of experts impaled like meat, the taboo entities poised to rush in froze in terror.

They gaped at the forms dangling row by row from the roots, akin to suspended provisions...

The First Forbidden Lord, Artharion, the Lord of Oblivion, the Heavenly-Eyed Seer...

Legends of the Star Sea!

They fled madly.

Powerhouses from all universes raced to the remotest corners of the boundless Star Sea, scrambling to vanish.

"This is... harvesting?!"

The pair of elders atop the Arcane Godsea quaked in extreme fear, darting into the Mirror of Omniscience.

That mirror dove into the fathomless ocean depths, erasing all signs of their presence.

Under the Truth Universe dome, in the Beginningless Land's abyss, at the Primordial River Cosmos's extremity...

identical gruesome reaping raged through myriad star realms.

Those once-dominant titans who shook all realms now resembled penned livestock, caged by cosmic forces, lined up to dangle from the ominous scarlet roots.

The roots writhed alive, voraciously devouring flesh, blood, and core essence, morphing into pulsing vessels that painted the cosmos vivid scarlet.

From distance, the Star Sea appeared to hemorrhage entirely.

Save for the murky black shades, none knew the roots' origins or destinations.

Even the Primordial Elder had whisked his kin into the Star Sea's innermost forbidden zone, untouched by any soul.

Solely he grasped the black shades' true horror.

"How many have we collected?"

A black shadow emerged leisurely from the light pillar.

Another scanned the captives in the cages and responded coolly, "Roughly one to two billion."

"Continue. The more nourishment, the better."

The arriving shadow eyed the caged quasi-Eternal Sages, Supreme Sages, quasi-Supreme Sages, and Sage Masters. Its voice stayed nonchalant, like discussing farm yields—utterly unmasked, fearless of eavesdroppers.

Hearing those words, the jailed elites felt despair burrow into their marrow.

Nourishment.

Such a degrading term!

These peak Star Sea dominators now served as fodder for the grotesque roots.

To what depths had they sunk?

Nourishment!?

Powerless to fight back.

Gazing at ancients like the Melda Primogenitor and First Forbidden Lord writhing on the roots, their souls echoed in muted anguish.

Born over eternal epochs, forged through countless eras, they had scaled the Star Sea's zenith.

Yet ultimately, mere fodder!

Their resentment knew no bounds.

"Let’s head over there. I sensed quite a few powerful auras."

One black shadow gazed toward the Endless Starlight Isle.

Countless shadows then strode into the Fate River, traversing star domains.

...

North of the Endless Starlight Isle, within the Standarin Universe.

Alvin, Suggwoth, the Dragon Emperor, the Crusader Goddess, and allies rushed back with grave faces, assembling beyond the Blade Sea Sanctum.

In this span, Aurek had devoured vast Emperor Points. Through raw might, his power shattered the Eternal Sage barrier, entering a realm of unmatched potency—

likely eclipsing Eternal Sage!

Precisely what stage? Even Aurek remained unsure.

After all, he drew from ten billion Supreme Sages and millions of quasi-Eternal Sages.

Depleting those would propel him higher still!

Emperor Points boosted sheer might, unbound by tiers. With ample points, strength soared endlessly.

Though his insight and mind neared Eternal Sage only, his combat prowess had demolished that limit long ago.

Lately, billions more Supreme Sage legions hatched, plus billions of quasi-Eternal Sages.

The imperial forces' might surged anew!