Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 667 - 646: The Horn

Zhou Leng shook his head, repeatedly studying and memorizing the ritual process, especially the most important divine text prayers. He simply took out a printer and printed them on paper to avoid mistakes.

Once everything was ready, Zhou Leng walked over to the altar and shouted using the Divine Text.

"All giants, trust me, light the bonfires, surround the entire altar, and dance the ’Great Mountaineering Dance’ together."

After saying this, he shouted again in the Giant Language.

The Mountain River Celestial Peak and Jade Wings and others of the Ten Realms, hearing this, started setting up bonfires without a second thought, and then began to dance the Great Mountaineering Dance around the fires.

Most of the Alien Giants were half-believing, but some were awed by Zhou Leng’s power and followed suit.

The majority of Alien Giants did not move.

Zhou Leng paid them no mind and continued to ponder the ritual process.

A few minutes later, everyone below looked astonished.

Seen through the light red mist, many giant divine spirits were converging from all directions.

These divine spirits were of various strange shapes, regardless of their body shapes, but their heads were mostly giant-like.

They did not get too close to everyone else, and about hundreds of meters away from the ancient altar, they set up bonfires and began to dance the Great Mountaineering Dance around them.

The crowd was dumbfounded, these were divine spirits, not giants, how could they all do such a thing in unison?

The most terrifying part was that there were many true demigod divine spirits among them.

Even suppressing their power with all their might, just one glance would make one tremble with fear.

Those demigod divine spirits stood as tall as twenty or thirty meters, with the tallest even reaching forty or fifty meters.

Some experienced old giants suddenly understood.

"It must be some power triggering their bloodline power..."

"No wonder, no wonder! Have you noticed the extremely faint scorching marks on the rocks near the altar, and even on the altar’s edges..."

"Quick, quick, he is the future First King!"

The remaining Alien Giants, no matter how foolish, seeing the demigod divine spirits in action, also understood and began setting up bonfires, joining in the Great Mountaineering Dance.

Zhou Leng stood on top of the altar, glanced at the divine spirits and demigods filling the ground, and felt more pressure.

But, desperate times called for desperate measures. Wait a minute, Jade Wings had a method to transfer risk and use a borrowed blade...

Zhou Leng looked over the Ten Realms below and, after some thought, shouted in Divine Text: "The altar of the Divine Spirit must not be desecrated. I feel the Demon’s power trying to sabotage this grand ritual. If we fail, it might be they who have incited the wrath of the mighty Far-reaching Mountain. I ask all those with the Far-reaching Mountain bloodline to seek out those of the Demon bloodline and kill them as offerings to My God."

All the demigod divine spirits collectively turned their heads, their power too immense. Even an unconscious movement formed a series of sonic booms, with a terrifying aura instantly shrouding the land for miles.

In the sky, the weather changed, and the air was chaotic.

Countless divine spirits and giants either fell to the ground, knelt, or trembled.

Each demigod divine spirit rushed towards where the Ten Realms people were, circled them a few times, and made a move.

Enormous claws or giant hands crushed one head after another, carrying five corpses to the base of the altar, offering a salute before slowly returning.

From beginning to end, the bodies of the Ten Realms crowd were rigid, not daring to move.

The crowd saw that the skin of two of the corpses slowly cracked, revealing the Demon’s true form.

One was a white-threaded brain worm, with the human Grandmaster’s body covered in white threads.

Another was a shadow demon, fully integrated with the human.

These two kinds of Demons were undetectable without special Demon Spirit Artifacts.

Everybody who survived in the Ten Realms immediately understood that the other three people had also been demonized.

The crowd turned their varied expressions towards Zhou Leng, who stood at the altar’s edge.

To think he could command the demigod divine spirits.

The Grandmaster from the Demon Worship Sect, in the shadows, sweat broke out on his forehead, quickly evaporated by his cultivation.

Fortunately, his body was not demonized; otherwise, he would be dead already.

Zhou Leng was indeed a Demon-slaying Madman; best to stay away in the future.

Seeing there were scapegoats, Zhou Leng felt his pressure and psychological burden vanish without a trace.

The entire ritual process was actually very complex, with some steps that couldn’t be done now, lacking too many things.

But as long as they did all they could, and the final prayer was correct, there shouldn’t be too much of a difference.

After repeatedly pondering, Zhou Leng directed everyone to perform the necessary steps of the ritual.

Dance, invocation, hymn, shout, prayer...

Through a series of ceremonies, the crowd grew more confident in their success and more cooperative.

Many people and divine spirits grew increasingly devout.

Hundreds of giants and humans, plus tens of thousands of divine spirits, gathered around the altar, creating a grand spectacle.

Zhou Leng, as the chief priest, was more exhausted than anyone, directing while also performing the ritual.

Finally, two hours later, he took out the final prayer and faced the nine-tier sacrificial tower, praying loudly.

"My God, Far-reaching, My Lord, Heavenly Step. Magnificent among a thousand realms, majestic through the ages..."

The divine text prayer consisted of nine long sentences.

With each recitation of a sentence, one layer of the nine-tier sacrificial tower lit up.

The ordinary giants below could not see it, but the demigods could see it clearly.

The demigod giant divine spirits sang and danced, letting out more excited howls.

The demigods were emotionally fervent, forming a continuous divine aura that affected everyone.

Even the calm humans, unconsciously, were assimilated, shaking their bodies quickly as they danced the Great Mountaineering Dance.

Everyone seemed to have returned to the primitive ages, madly dancing under the influence of the wizards.

When the nine-tier sacrificial tower fully lit up, the ground roared, and the sky thundered.

Rumbling...

At the edge of each layer of the three-tier major altar, emerged towering giant phantoms, their bodies golden, facing outward, forming a circle.

Slantingly raising the horns, inflating their cheeks, they blew.

Woooo...

An ancient call, echoing across the stars.

The giant bloodline, boiling.

Every giant and life possessing the Giant Power felt their entire body heat up, their skin flushing red.

From the top of the nine-tier sacrificial tower, a black-gold divine light shot into the sky.

After reaching thousands of meters, it scattered around like a fountain.

The divine black gold light had not yet hit the ground, but an unimaginably dense and vast aura suppressed the entire area.

Everyone, including the demigod spirits, were forced to kneel and receive the divine light.

The alien giants were exuberant.

Because in ancient records, the golden light formed by the ancient call was pale gold.

But these divine lights were black gold, a level of accumulation unknown.

Ten times the normal ancient call!

Everyone knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky.

The sky rained black gold divine light, falling densely and uniformly.

As it was about to reach the ground, a translucent giant hand pierced through the dense clouds above, appearing above the altar.

It was ten thousand meters long.

It was a rough giant hand, different from the five fingers of ordinary humans and giants, it had seven fingers.

The other fingers were curled, with only the index finger pointing, gently touching the top of Zhou Leng on the altar.

Woooo...

The sound of the ancient call suddenly intensified.

A second row of ancient giant phantoms appeared on the edge of the third-tier altar.

An unprecedented loud call echoed throughout the True King Land and spread towards the stars.

The black gold divine light rain in the sky suddenly shifted.

Half remained scattered over the others, while the other half gathered at the center, like a beam of light, falling towards Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng let out a single groan, rolling his eyes and fainting from the impact of the terrifying power.

He lay unconscious, with a smile rippling across his face.

Everyone watched as the light beam fell at the top, immediately realizing to whom it was given.

But before the divine spirit, no one dared to show any offense or blasphemy.

The gods are eternally infallible.

Even the rebellious demigod spirits silently bowed their heads and accepted the gods’ choice.

The other half of the black gold fine rain fell slowly and sparsely, finally hitting the ground.

The giants knelt on the ground, raising both hands high, crazily chanting the deity’s name of "Far-reaching Mountain".

The black gold fine rain touched the skin, silently and invisibly entering the body.

A moment later, the conflicting sounds of screams and pleasure spread throughout the area.

Except for the demigods, even the grandmaster spirits were screaming.

This time the ancient call’s power was too strong.

Many people rolled around in pain on the ground, shouting loudly, but regardless of how tragic the sound was, it always mixed with moments of pleasure.

The human grandmasters suffered the most, experiencing life and death in their agony, yet they were the most excited.

Every grandmaster who could come here was a leader among humans and grandmasters.

Finally acquiring a kind of high-level giant power!

Ascending to grandmastership was just a matter of time.

Even at least a twenty percent increase in the chance of ascending to Martial Saint!

The nine-tier sacrificial tower erupted for a quarter-hour, then gathered its divine light.

The giant phantoms at the edge of the three-tier sacrificial tower lowered their horns, slowly disintegrating, transforming into countless fine strands of gold light.

The fine strands of gold light danced upwards, gathering above the altar top, coalescing into a crown.

Everyone gazed together.

"The Giant True King’s Crown..."

Both giants and spirit spirits were puzzled.

Isn’t the Giant True King’s Crown granted to the last victor after fighting in the giant arena under True King Mountain?

Why was it given early?

However, this crown seemed different from previous ones, larger, brighter, and it had an additional circle of gemstones.

An old alien giant said, "It’s not an ordinary True King’s Crown, it’s the Ten Thousand Years Crown, receiving this crown means a thousand years of glory, extending to offspring..."

The True King’s Crown fell, landing on the still unconscious Zhou Leng’s head.

Everyone looked at each other, stopped talking, silently sitting on the ground, cultivating right away, quickly absorbing power.

While everyone was cultivating, a team of mixed forces of human, demon, beastman, and giant dragon ran over from afar.

With the ritual complete and the power gathered, a light red mist returned, blocking the view.

This team of Demon Worship Sect grandmasters was caught in the mist, unable to see further, shouting as they ran.

"It’s definitely this direction where the divine light shines, absolutely no mistake!"

"It has to be a treasure!"

"It’s close, almost there..."

Demons, beastmen, and giant dragons excitedly shouted.

Their vision was limited within the mist, but the demigod spirits could see for a longer distance.

Having just finished the ritual, everyone hadn’t absorbed the power yet, but there were loud shouts, especially from demons and giant dragons.

Several irritable demigod giant spirit spirits flew out silently, circled the magic creature team, cutting with sharp claws, and heads began to fall.

They carried the bodies, placing them under the altar, retreating to not far away, continuing to absorb power.

Many giants due to cultivating were unaware of what had happened.

The entire land remained quiet and silent.

After a long period, Zhou Leng woke up.

His entire body was unbearably itchy, scorching hot.

His whole body was like a boiling kettle, with terrifying power continuously hitting his skin, wanting to gush out.

Zhou Leng immediately sat and cultivated the Great Sun Divine Skill.

With a loud boom.

The sun rose in the abdomen, the chest contained a fiery sun.

The mighty solar melting furnace roared, and the power of the ancient call rapidly transformed into bodily power.