Yu Sheng'an raised his head and narrowed his eyes at the towering Music Divine Palace in the distance. The massive giant phantom behind him gradually faded away, finally vanishing without a trace.
No wonder the Goddess of Music had painstakingly cultivated this Earthly Divine Kingdom for centuries!
The difficulty of summoning contracted creatures here was dozens of times greater than outside.
Of course, he could burn a massive amount of Source Essence to force a summoning.
Aphnora could likewise burn Source Essence to forcibly stop him.
But if they did that, it would turn into a tug-of-war and might even spark a conflict that escalated into a God War.
That was clearly not something Yu Sheng'an wanted to see.
Though he had many Internet users now, it had only been developing for a short time, and his reserves of Source Essence were limited.
As the saying went: when the cannons roar, ten thousand taels of gold vanish.
The same was more or less true for gods.
It was not easy for anyone to accumulate Source Essence, so naturally no one wanted to squander it lightly. Even if they spent it, they wanted it spent where it mattered.
At this moment, the crowd before the Mission Office fell silent.
No, it would be more accurate to say that most of them had been frightened senseless.
Some were shaking so badly that their legs gave out beneath them, leaving them sprawled on the ground.
They had been protected too well by the Goddess of Music, like broiler chickens raised on a farm—plump and healthy on the surface, yet a single clap of thunder could scare them to death by the flock.
Yu Sheng'an let out a breath and softened his tone.
"I understand your devotion to Her Goddessship. But I also hope