Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 647 Sacrificial Tower
The closer you are to the ancient altar, the more spirits of the dead you will find.

The giant god's undead gradually became less aggressive, and all parties coexisted peacefully.

Along the way, they even encountered a demigod spirit, which frightened them so much that they stopped in their tracks, their hearts pounding wildly.

The other person's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering on Zhou Leng for a moment longer before quietly leaving.

From then on, the team no longer dared to hunt indiscriminately. If the undead did not attack first, the team would not make the first move.

After a long and arduous journey, we finally caught sight of the ancient altar in the distance.

The giants couldn't see it, but Zhou Leng could. Not far from the ancient altar, the undead of giant gods would occasionally walk around in the pale red mist.

Ahead, a large number of alien giants were already in front of the ancient altar. One giant stepped down from the tall altar, while another giant climbed upwards.

The group slowed their pace, and Shanhe Tianyue explained to Zhou Leng and the other human masters as they walked.

"The ancient altar was built by alien giants, originally to commemorate the great, distant mountain and obtain divine blessings..."

"At first, everything was normal, but as the gods' fall continued for longer, everything slowly changed. Later, during a war between the ten realms, we, the giants and dragons of the ten realms, caused a spatial disturbance that connected to the True King's Land..."

"The distortion caused by spatial disturbances is so strong that the distant stars can only experience this once every ten thousand years, but we can experience it once every thousand years..."

"So, according to the rules, when we encounter alien giants, we giants of the Ten Realms generally give way, after all, the Great and Vast Mountains are closer to their bloodline..."

"But we are all of the same lineage of giants; we are all descendants of the Star Giants..."

"So we won't compete with them. Let's wait until their sacrifice is complete before we talk. If the giant sacrifice is finished and we still can't start it, it means that the power or some other reason caused the failure, and we can only wait until later..."

"However, Zhou Leng, you have experience climbing Star Mountain and met the Star Giant Ancestor on the Great Battlefield. Theoretically, you have the same sacrificial qualifications as us giants."

"By the way, each time a sacrifice begins, it attracts a large number of undead gods, including demigod undead. Theoretically, half of the demigod giant undead gods in the entire True King's Land have already gathered nearby..."

"But don't be afraid, we are safest right now. Because the demigods and undead desperately want us to activate the Ancient Call and kill us, but they will never have the chance..."

"Each time the Ancient Call is activated, the undead giants will also benefit. They will respect the person who activates the Ancient Call, leave a mark, and prohibit their own kind from harming them."

The group arrived near the altar.

Many of the alien giants looked at Zhou Leng and the others with strange eyes.

The alien giants they had encountered before bowed to Zhou Leng in respect, while the other alien giants had particularly complex expressions in their eyes.

Both sides maintained their distance.

Zhou Leng looked ahead and saw a mountain-shaped building. Its exterior had weathered over time, but the important parts still retained their exquisite appearance from many years ago.

The structure is a three-tiered dome, each tier is over fifty meters high, and the total height is about one hundred and fifty meters.

The central staircase leads directly to the altar at the top of the altar.

These alien giants lined up, each carrying their own offerings, and climbed to the top to perform sacrifices in the manner of their respective tribes.

Some sang, some danced, some performed shamanistic rituals like madmen, some bled, and some were even more extreme, cutting off fingers and arms.

After the ritual was completed, the alien giants headed west, loudly discussing and eating and drinking.

"Is there no fixed ritual procedure?" Zhou Leng asked.

"It's said that it originally existed, but then it was lost, as did the dragons. Those two deities have been dead for countless millennia, and their races have changed drastically..."

"Giants and humans are very different. Most giants, including the Ten Titans, do not possess the powerful logical processing abilities that you humans have. Their methods of inheritance are far too simplistic..."

"Even among intelligent humans, over the long course of time, many groups have perished, and countless written records and languages ​​have disappeared..."

Zhou Lengyi thought about the changes in humankind over hundreds of thousands of years and nodded slightly.

Shanhe Tianyue said, "Do you know why they respect the Armor King so much?"

Zhou Leng shook his head.

"Back then, it was His Majesty the Armored King who completed the sacrifice and was revered by the alien giants as 'Wide Armored King' and the King of Giants. Later, after His Majesty the Armored King ascended to demigod status, he was made into a statue by the alien giants and sent to the Temple of the Giants, where he was worshipped forever. The reason why His Majesty the Armored King was still conscious after so many years of his death is related to their temple, after all, it was built by the gods themselves."

"I see. It seems that temple is a powerful celestial artifact," Zhou Leng said.

Clang...

A sword rang out behind Li Shenkong.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face as he looked helplessly ahead.

Zhou Leng glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Shanhe Tianyue said, "However, even if you can't open the altar, it doesn't matter. Your current strength is enough to compete for the title of True King of Giants."

"The dragons also hope that I will compete for the title of Dragon King," Zhou Leng said.

"Impossible, both the Radiant King and the Dark Wrath want the Dragon King. Besides, how can the Dragon King compare to ours? Think about it..." Shanhe Tianyue started rambling on like a broken record, belittling dragons and praising giants.

The human master beside him didn't understand at first, but quickly figured out the reason.

Only one true king can emerge from a clan.

Previously, both the giants and the dragons wanted their own people to become the true kings, and only wanted Zhou Leng to help them activate the Ancient Call and the Dragon God's Gaze.

Now that Shanhe Tianyue has discovered how powerful Zhou Leng is, they immediately changed their minds and invited Zhou Leng to become the true king of giants and participate in the final battle of the true kings.

Whichever race obtains the ultimate true king will receive more divine blessings.

If you're lucky, you might receive a very high-level divine vision.

Previously, the Titans' plan was to let Huang Jinli obtain the True King of Titans, but now that there is an Alien Titan, Huang Jinli may not be able to win the bid, so it would be better to choose Zhou Leng.

Hundreds of alien giants took turns performing the sacrifice, and soon a day and a night had passed.

When the last alien giant stepped down, silence fell over the area where they were.

The old giant sighed deeply, while the young man's face turned ashen.

Shanhe Tianyue stepped forward and negotiated with the alien giants in the Giant Language. Although the alien giants were also unwilling for outsiders to worship their ancestors, they were, after all, of the same lineage of Star Giants, and as before, reluctantly agreed.

"Huang Jinli, you go first. Zhou Leng, you stay behind to bring up the rear," Shanhe Tianyue said.

Zhou Leng knew that the other party had ulterior motives, hoping that the giant could activate the Ancient Call.

This is only natural. If this deity is from the Dragon Kingdom, people from other races would not be happy if they dared to worship it first.

Zhou Leng nodded casually, not caring, and continued to wait.

At the same time, we should constantly reflect on the reasons for various failures.

Since we were able to succeed every time in the past, but are unable to succeed now, perhaps there are other factors besides insufficient strength.

During the giant's sacrifice, he walked around the altar several times on the ground.

Some of the patterns on it are divine symbols, mostly meaning blessings, prayers, and praises; they are purely decorative divine symbols.

Zhou Leng also created many divine rune decorations and gave them to Xu Qingjin, making her a well-known divine rune designer.

Record the divine patterns on it and walk back to the original spot.

The giants didn't take it seriously. Li Shenkong walked over and asked in a low voice, "Any clues?"

Zhou Leng shook his head and said, "No, the biggest discovery is the decorative divine runes."

"By the way, I would like to ask you how you comprehended my Mandate of Heaven?" Li Shenkong asked humbly. As a direct descendant of the Li Clan and the grandson of the Martial Saint, he did not feel there was anything wrong with asking Zhou Leng for advice.

The nearby human masters drew closer, and even some giants listened intently.

"I really haven't thought about this question," Zhou Leng said honestly.

"So what do you think is the most important possible factor?"

"Most importantly... I have a lot of real combat experience and I've killed a lot of monsters?"

The masters almost broke through their defenses.

Everyone knows that Zhou Leng is a demon-slaying maniac. He killed hundreds of thousands of Xiantian cultivators on the Great Battlefield alone, and his battle achievements are terrifying.

In his first battle after advancing to the Grandmaster level, he killed over a hundred Grandmasters in the Treeman World alone.

On average, each of the Grandmasters present killed no more than ten monster Grandmasters.

"Are there any other reasons?" Li Shenkong asked.

Zhou Leng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I believe in the people, in the Dragon Kingdom, in the heroes and sages of the past, and in the future of humanity."

Li Shenkong pondered carefully, while some grandmasters had complex expressions in their eyes.

Even though they are powerful, have high status, and are experienced, they no longer have much faith in them.

Not everyone's experience is correct; more often, it's corrupted.

These masters were pure in their martial arts, but perhaps not in their life beliefs.

“Zhou Leng…”

The voices of mountains and rivers echoed, and everyone looked up.

The last giant of the Ten Realms was slowly descending, sighing and groaning.

All giants, the trial is complete.

Alien giants gathered at the foot of the altar, each one resembling a tall, lazy pig, as if their spirit had been drained away.

In their hearts, they felt unworthy of being blessed by their ancestors, which was a very sad thing.

The human masters looked at Zhou Leng; none of them, including Li Shenkong, were qualified to perform sacrifices.

Zhou Leng nodded slightly and stepped forward.

Many alien giants stared at Zhou Leng.

Those who had witnessed Zhou Leng destroy the Great Giant before had a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

The other alien giants glanced at it, then went about their own business and ignored it.

Zhou Leng walked to the bottom of each large step, which was more than a meter high, and then took a leap, climbing upwards in large strides.

Soon, they arrived at the highest altar.

The altar is a large circular platform with a diameter of about fifty meters. It is made of black material with black gold patterns, and is grand and elegant.

In the center of the altar stands a nine-story sacrificial tower, with nine layers of white jade carved with black patterns, resembling a nine-layered cake, arranged in reverse order from smallest to largest.

Zhou Leng did not immediately perform the sacrifice, but instead slowly walked around the altar.

I first walked around to get a general idea, and then walked clockwise along the edge of the altar, taking photos and recording the inscriptions on the pillars along the edge of the altar as I went.

After recording the text, I stitched all the images together.

I read and translated at the same time.

As a 41st-grade student at the Divine Script Kindergarten, Zhou Leng's Divine Script level has improved significantly.

The translation was completed in no time.

No wonder those guys failed; the ritual procedures were all written down.

Those who succeeded in their previous haphazard rituals probably did so because the altar had too much power and released some of it, leading people to mistakenly believe that the ritual had been successfully performed.

In fact, the altar has not been officially opened for countless millennia.

(End of this chapter)