Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 683 -683-The Truth of the Tree of Life

This was utterly unbelievable!

No one could fathom how the once-rebellious angel had risen to such formidable heights.

Metatron positioned himself amid the Starry Chaos of the multiverse, his golden wings flapping and surging fiercely amid the tempest.

He drew in a profound breath, sensing that familiar aura long absent.

Boom—!

Achir and Shahrat showed up simultaneously. Staring at that wild, untamed silhouette, a torrent of feelings flooded their hearts instantly.

"Achir! Shahrat!"

Metatron turned to face them.

Achir and Shahrat flashed wide grins.

"Stand back. Let me deal with these two hypocrites first."

Even before his voice trailed off, Metatron’s battle robe whipped about savagely.

His rear wings abruptly unfurled in every direction. The very next moment, innumerable holy phantoms materialized all at once.

"Die!"

Letting out a savage roar, Metatron lunged at the pair of archangels, divine spear of sacred flame clutched tight, and hammered it downward.

His myriad clones seized divine spears as well and surged ahead in unison.

"Metatron! It seems sparing your life back then was the greatest mistake the King ever made!"

Sariel summoned the soul phantom overhead. Boundless sacred killing power erupted outward, crashing toward Metatron like the whole Star Sea compressed into one devastating blow. The clash rattled the heavens and earth.

Yet the multiverse differed from the Endless Star Sea.

Built from infinite origin profundities, its profundities here defied all rules and order, rendering this realm incredibly resilient.

Metatron had truly stepped into the Quasi-Return Origin realm.

In the Endless Star Sea, its order couldn't support his physique. Even motionless, he crushed his surroundings, forcing him to slumber in the Dark Abyss.

The multiverse stood apart. It endured even supreme beings like Return Origin Gods and Eternal Ultimate Gods, so a fight at this tier posed no issue.

The clashing slaughter forces boomed like thunder, with aftershocks rippling across the boundless void.

Metatron tore through waves of starlight, slamming his spear into Sariel and fading the divine sacred flower underfoot.

Sariel’s holy body shattered instantly.

Raguel suffered worse—a single spear sweep burst his head, sacred blood spraying wildly.

The archangels swiftly reformed their holy bodies, yet Metatron offered no quarter, pulverizing and slaying them with dominant might.

"Brother! I never expected him to become this powerful..."

"This should be the strength of a Quasi-Return Origin God, right? What kind of opportunity did he obtain?"

Achir observed with his blood surging hotly.

"Metatron—!"

Right then, a recognizable cry resounded across the void.

An oak branch, akin to an unmatched divine armament, hurtled at Metatron, enveloped in supreme sacred power.

That sacred power harbored the dread force of origin profundities. It came from Gabriel, among the four great Seraphim!

Simultaneously, the oak branch concealed in the Endless Star Sea traversed space and rejoined the one in Gabriel’s grasp.

That branch, which trailed the supreme existence into the Endless Star Sea, had always been Gabriel’s tool.

Via it, she had covertly embedded spies deep inside the Star Sea.

She was fully aware Sariel and Raguel couldn't rival Metatron, prompting her direct entry into the fray.

Empowered by countless sacred wishes, Gabriel’s power now neared that of a Return Origin God endlessly.

Her intervention flipped the battle in a flash!

Still, confronting this seasoned Quasi-Return Origin God, Metatron refused to yield. The fiercer the fight, the wilder he raged; the longer it dragged, the more horrifying he turned!

He ripped apart that boundless primordial chaos, heavens and earth shifting hues.

From the farthest reaches of that chaotic starry sky to its innermost depths, every star hanging there quaked fiercely with each spear thrust.

The whole starry sky seemed to quiver under his fury.

The fight locked into deadlock, resembling two apocalyptic floods smashing in the void, neither gaining supremacy.

Time and space warped and bent under such might.

Metatron’s fearsome battle prowess even creased the brows of ancient powers like Michael atop Mount Zion and the all-seeing Uriel.

Not even the Netherworld escaped. Battle aftershocks swept toward the realm of the dead like a rising flood.

From the abyss's depths, the nine Nether Kings stirred to life, their eyes turning toward the multiverse's farthest boundary.

Netherworld guards' vast armies assembled along the Gate of the Netherworld's flanks, quietly observing that battle which rocked the world.

Far inside the Netherworld, ceaseless roars erupted from the deceased. Reincarnation's force twisted and boiled like a whirlpool, with endless wraiths spilling from the gloom, as if the heaven-shaking, earth-trembling clash had roused even them.

"Metatron, eh?"

"Mount Zion has indeed hoisted a rock just to let it fall on its own toes."

Atop the Nether Capital, the Lord of the Netherworld positioned himself, a sly curve forming at his mouth's edge.

…

"I really didn't anticipate Metatron reaching such heights already… a Quasi-Return Origin God!"

"Which supreme god is orchestrating this plot from the shadows?"

In the Dragon Domain, the Black Dragon King perched over the Endless Sea, with hundreds of millions of colossal dragons behind him gravely eyeing the earth-shattering confrontation.

Every mighty entity was buzzing with guesses.

This stemmed not just from Metatron’s abrupt power surge, but also from their bafflement over his assault on Mount Zion.

So who exactly was that Heavenly War God Metatron on the holy mountain?

…

Atop Olympus's summit, the gods stood stunned.

"A Quasi-Return Origin God?"

Gripping his olive-wood massive club, Heracles loomed above the clouds, his face as hard and unyielding as forged steel.

His mind power swept into chaos's depths like an ocean wave, brows knitted in deep furrows.

Metatron, his former equal in combat, had now ascended to Quasi-Return Origin God status.

All the gods observed intently. Even long-secluded ancient beings stretched their mind power toward the Fate River, striving to uncover this turmoil's origin.

…

Tree of Life Manor.

"Ancestor! Metatron hid within that medium-sized universe."

"That universe's ruler, Aurek, proves even more mysterious. In mere moments, he summoned endless Godtouched legions out of thin air. Heaven's angels have fallen in droves to him already."

Banami knelt and delivered the report.

Before the Tree of Life, the Lord of the Sacred Tree stayed mute. He silently probed the Fate River, seeking clues about the schemer behind it all.

Next to him, holy light gently circulated around the Tree of Life.

The "roots" that once pierced the Truth Universe region were none other than the Tree of Life's own roots!

Growing the Life Fruits demanded siphoning life essence from myriad beings. Only thus could those miraculous fruits form—ones that propelled mortals straight to supreme Sage rank!

Their immense power spoke for itself.

This power's origin remained the Tree of Life Manor's ancient, guarded mystery.

Though multiverse supreme gods knew fragments of it, they upheld a silent pact.

Like a reaper, the Tree of Life devoured boundless lives. In exchange, the Lord of the Sacred Tree shared some fruits, letting others taste the gains.

That mutual benefit ensured their collective hush.

Yet now, someone had dared to plot against Tree of Life Manor too.

Renowned for prudence, the Lord of the Sacred Tree naturally heightened his vigilance.

Still, despite repeated divinations, the truth eluded him.

"…"

The Lord of the Sacred Tree's frown deepened. A foreboding feeling persisted in his heart.

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