Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 661 -661-The Son of Commandments, Effortlessly Erased

Even having surpassed countless worlds and universes to claim the pinnacle of the Star Sea, those paramount eternal existences still regarded them as little more than livestock.

Regardless of the bitter feud pitting the Crossbridge Divine Court against the Endless Starlight Isle, everyone now fervently wished the Crossbridge Divine Court would stand strong.

Without that, they themselves would become the next ones reaped.

Yet hope remained just that—mere hope.

These eternal powerhouses from higher realms proved so horrifying that even Eternal Sages with heaven's decree had cowered away, much less anyone else.

All anyone could do was gaze toward the northern skies from a distance.

In the turbulent starfields, Chaos Giants one by one held their breaths, fixated northward as palpable dread filled the atmosphere.

By now, virtually every powerhouse in the Star Sea had retreated to the edges of the Endless Starlight Isle, burrowing into its innermost sanctums. Even those nearing Eternal Sage level had escaped to remote distances.

No one knew if these enigmatic black silhouettes would target common mortals too.

Powerhouses from the Desolate Ancient Era, Primordial Era, and Chaos Origin Point all directed their attention to the Standarin Universe.

Across the boundless Star Sea, only the Crossbridge Divine Court retained enough might to offer even token resistance through one court's power alone.

Aurek himself might have already brushed against Eternal Sage level. Perhaps he could hold them off briefly.

Should the Crossbridge Divine Court fail to halt them, the endless Star Sea would plunge into its blackest era of shattered Dao.

Not even those concealed in the Star Sea's remotest abysses would evade capture forever.

Buzz—!

A colossal, limitless Fate River abruptly materialized above the chaotic vault outside the Standarin Universe.

Within it churned a tempest of interwoven laws, mirroring the myriad fates of all existence in the Fate River.

That dark silhouette gradually emerged from the whirlpool.

A transcendent aura enveloped him, akin to a deity stepping into the mortal realm.

That oppressive force instantly crushed the entire northern Endless Starfield.

"Get out!"

Suggwoth advanced and unleashed a roar laced with murderous intent.

A torrent of slaughter aura erupted from him like crashing waves, forming a backdrop of corpse mountains and blood oceans behind him.

Myriad white bones and scarlet blood saturated the scene, radiating the pinnacle of carnage and bloodshed.

"This is Crossbridge sacred territory. Outsiders halt. Any trespassers will be killed without mercy!"

"Killed without mercy—!!"

Behind Suggwoth, legions beyond count bellowed together, their chorus rattling the Star Sea.

That immense slaughter aura roared forth like a gale, propelling the chaos storm straight at the black shadow.

But seeing this, the black shadow stayed utterly composed, even revealing evident pleasure.

"Not bad. You’ve saved me quite a bit of trouble."

His eyes scanned approvingly over the tens of billions, hundreds of billions of quasi-Supreme Sages, Supreme Sages, and myriad quasi-Eternal Sage legions.

His gaze resembled a cultivator eyeing ripe fields for the harvest.

With a casual wave, his robe expanded into a sky-obscuring prison.

"What is this Crossbridge Divine Court? A bunch of ants who know nothing of the height of heaven."

The black shadow sneered disdainfully. Without pause, he extended a hand and grasped toward Suggwoth.

In that instant, even Suggwoth found resistance impossible. That eternal aura crushed all laws, order, and fate.

For the first time, terror gripped him far exceeding that suspected Eternal Sage from the Endless Starlight Isle.

Even the vast Crossbridge legions at his back suffered direct suppression.

However—

the moment the black shadow pierced the chaos to seize Suggwoth, billions of quasi-Eternal Sage-level Void Warlocks surged forth, unleashing collective spatial seals that layered every starfield and chaos stratum repeatedly.

Billions upon billions of sealing layers piled up.

Everything halted in stasis.

Only then did the black shadow's true form emerge—a startling young man.

He donned a profound azure robe, eyes serene like placid depths, his form radiating an aura of utmost supremacy.

"How ridiculous. Break!"

Divine splendor exploded from the Son of Commandments, with an arcane aura unfurling outward.

He pointed a finger, and spatial barriers shattered one after another.

Right then, Suggwoth activated the miniature star domain Aurek had forged personally.

As the miniature star domain disintegrated, the sword-light streak from Pantheon's depths finally shed its bonds and manifested in the void.

Its icy sword intent billowed outward like a glacial gale, bearing an aura of ruthless extermination. Wherever it swept, chaos itself solidified into ice.

In that moment, the ever-composed Son of Commandments' pupils contracted sharply as he locked eyes on that sword-light streak.

"That is—!!"

"This is bad. We’ve fallen into a trap!"

As if detecting some inconceivable horror, the Son of Commandments' face twisted in shock, fury surging within.

He abandoned his assault, desperately ripping at the spatial barriers to escape.

"Go!"

Suggwoth channeled every ounce of divine power to propel that sword-light streak.

The next instant, it streaked like a polar light rending night, shredding layer upon layer of spatial seals and hurtling toward the Son of Commandments' forehead.

Yet it didn't impale him outright.

Rather, it arced gracefully around his neck.

Like a scythe reaping grain, it severed his head with effortless grace.

Ssssss—!

Divine blood sprayed like a geyser from the stump, blossoming into eerie blood lotuses amid the void.

The Son of Commandments perished utterly on the spot, exhibiting no hint of resurrection.

All his divine blood got absorbed by that sword-light streak, forging a verdict blade woven from gore and glow.

The Son of Commandments' leftover corpse remained pinned by the Void Warlocks in the frozen space, as enigmatic dao-patterns crept and twined around it like creeping vines.

They conveyed the remains to Suggwoth. The surging holy source essence aura from it moved even Suggwoth deeply.

That enigmatic expert's corpse brimmed with unmatched power. Suggwoth sensed clearly that devouring its full might would propel him straight to Eternal Sage rank.

Alvin stood dumbfounded.

The Endless Starlight Isle's giants observing from afar were equally stupefied.

Powerhouses from chaotic starfields, Desolate Ancient Era, Primordial Era... all seemed robbed of thought itself.

It defied belief!

From start to finish, it unfolded as simply as flicking off dust.

No collapsing heavens, no fractured order, no world-ending disaster devouring existence.

Just billions of quasi-Eternal Sages' momentary seal, followed by one sword-light streak, and it concluded—effortlessly, casually.

But... this was a horrifying powerhouse from the Truth Universe!

A monstrous entity who deemed quasi-Eternal Sages as insects, so alarming that Eternal Sages fled in panic.

What on earth had transpired?!

Rockmount Sage, Red Moon Priestess, Frost Lord, Flame Lord, and fellow ancient taboos stood petrified, breaths forgotten.

The two elders covertly observing from Arcane Godsea's profoundest depths froze solid too.

Even Samsara Heaven, vanished without trace, appeared to perceive it all and subtly manifested.

That cryptic taboo voice echoed anew, laced with subtle quaver.

"They possess bodies blessed with everlasting immortality... yet they still fell in this low-dimensional world. It seems my guess was correct. I think I know the truth of the Dark Abyss now."

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