Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 648 Horn
Zhou Leng shook his head, repeatedly studying and memorizing the sacrificial process, especially the most important divine prayers. He simply took out a printer and printed them on paper to avoid making mistakes.

Once everything was complete, Zhou Leng walked to the edge of the altar and shouted using divine runes.

"All giants, believe me, light bonfires, surround the entire altar, and dance the Great Mountain Dance together."

After saying that, he shouted it again in Giant's tongue.

Upon hearing this, Shanhe Tianyue and Huangjinli, along with the other members of the Ten Realms, immediately set up a bonfire and began dancing the Great Mountain Dance around it.

Most of the alien giants were skeptical, but some were intimidated by Zhou Leng's strength and followed his instructions.

Most alien giants do not act.

Zhou Leng ignored them and continued to ponder the sacrificial process.

A few minutes later, everyone below looked on in astonishment.

From all directions, numerous giant undead emerged from the pale red mist.

These undead spirits are bizarre in shape; regardless of their physical form, their heads are almost all giant-like.

They did not get too close to the crowd. Hundreds of meters away from the ancient altar, they set up bonfires and danced the Dashan Mountain Dance around them.

Everyone was stunned. These were undead gods, not giants. How could they do such a thing in such a coordinated manner?

The most terrifying thing is that there are many real demigods and undead.

Even if they try their best to suppress their power, just one glance is enough to make one's heart tremble.

Those demigods and undead are often twenty or thirty meters tall, with the tallest reaching forty or fifty meters.

Some experienced old giants suddenly realized.

"Some force must have triggered their bloodline power..."

“No wonder, no wonder! Have you noticed the very faint burn marks on the rocks near the altar, and even on the edge of the altar…”

"Hurry, hurry, he's the future First King!"

Even the remaining alien giants, no matter how foolish, understood when they saw the demigods and undead appear. They set up bonfires and started dancing the Great Mountain Dance.

Standing atop the altar, Zhou Leng glanced at the countless undead gods and demigods scattered across the ground, feeling a growing sense of pressure.

But, let's try anything, even if it seems hopeless. Wait, Emerald Wings has a way to transfer risk and use someone else to do the dirty work...

Zhou Leng scanned the crowd from the Ten Realms below, pondered for a moment, and then proclaimed in divine script: "The altar of the gods shall not be desecrated. I sense that the power of demons intends to disrupt this great sacrifice. If they fail, it is likely that they have provoked the wrath of the great and distant mountains. I urge all of you of the bloodline of the distant mountains to seek out the bloodlines of the demons, kill them, and offer them as sacrifices to our gods."

All the demigods and undead turned their heads in unison. Their power was so great that even an unconscious movement created a series of sonic booms, and a terrifying aura instantly enveloped the land within a radius of dozens of miles.

The sky was filled with ever-changing clouds and turbulent weather.

Countless undead gods and giants either fell directly to the ground, knelt down, or trembled in fear.

One by one, demigods and undead rushed towards the group of people from the Ten Realms, circled them a few times, and then made their move.

Enormous claws or giant hands crushed heads one by one, carrying five corpses down the steps of the altar, bowing before slowly returning.

From beginning to end, everyone in the Ten Realms remained stiff and dared not move an inch.

As everyone watched, the skin of two of the corpses slowly cracked open, revealing the true form of the demon.

One of them was a white-threaded brain worm, and the corpse of that human master was covered in white threads.

One type is the Shadow Demon, which is completely integrated with humans.

These two types of demons cannot be identified unless detected using a special magical artifact.

The surviving members of the Ten Realms immediately realized that the other three people had also been corrupted by demons.

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng, who was standing at the edge of the altar, with different expressions.

It can actually command demigods and undead.

The Demon Worship Cult Master, who was hiding in the shadows, broke out in a sweat, which quickly evaporated as he channeled his inner energy.

Fortunately, his body hadn't been corrupted by demons, or he would be dead.

Zhou Leng is indeed a demon-slaying maniac; I should try to stay away from him in the future.

Seeing that a scapegoat had been found, Zhou Leng's pressure and psychological burden vanished.

The entire sacrificial process is actually very complex, and some parts are simply impossible to do now, as too many things are missing.

However, as long as you do everything you can and the final prayer is correct, it will be pretty much the same.

After careful consideration, Zhou Leng directed everyone to perform the sacrificial rites according to the necessary steps.

Dance, invoking the gods, singing, shouting, praying...

After a series of rituals, everyone became more and more convinced that it would succeed, and they cooperated more and more.

Many people have become increasingly devout to the spirits of the dead.

Hundreds of giants and humans, along with tens of thousands of undead gods, gathered around the altar, creating a magnificent scene.

As the chief priest, Zhou Leng was more exhausted than everyone else, having to direct the ceremony while simultaneously performing the rituals.

Two hours later, he took out the final prayer and faced the nine-tiered sacrificial tower, praying loudly.

"My god is vast, my lord is boundless. His might spans a thousand universes, his grandeur endures for eternity..."

The divine prayer consists of nine long sentences.

With each recitation, one level of the nine-story sacrificial pagoda lights up.

The ordinary giants below cannot see it, but the demigods can see it clearly.

The demigods, giants, and undead sang and danced, letting out even more excited howls.

The demigods were filled with intense emotions, creating a continuous divine aura that affected everyone.

Even the most composed humans are unconsciously assimilated, rapidly twisting their bodies and dancing the mountain dance.

Everyone seemed to have returned to a wild and untamed ancient time, dancing wildly and madly under the influence of the wizard.

When all nine levels of the sacrificial tower were lit up, the earth rumbled and the sky shook.

Rumble…

From the edge of each of the three-tiered altar, towering, golden phantoms emerged, facing outwards, forming a ring.

Raise the horn diagonally upwards, puff out your cheeks, and blow it.

Uh...

An ancient call, its sound resounding throughout the stars.

The blood of giants boils.

All the giants and beings with the power of giants were burning hot and their skin was red.

From the top of the nine-story sacrificial tower, a beam of black-gold divine light shot out and soared into the sky.

After rushing several thousand meters, it sprayed outwards like a fountain. Before the black and gold divine light even touched the ground, an unimaginably rich and vast aura suppressed the entire area.

Everyone, including demigods and the dead, was forced to kneel down to receive the divine light.

The alien giants were overjoyed.

According to ancient records, the golden light formed by the ancient call was a pale gold color.

But these divine lights were black and gold, and it was unknown how much they had accumulated.

A call from the ancient times ten times stronger than normal!
Everyone knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky.

A rain of black and gold divine light fell from the sky, dense and evenly distributed.

Just as it was about to land, a semi-transparent giant hand appeared above the altar, passing through the thick clouds in the sky.

It is 10,000 meters long.

It was a rough, giant-shaped hand, with seven fingers, unlike the five fingers of ordinary humans and giants.

He curled up the rest of his fingers, extending only his index finger, and gently touched Zhou Leng at the top of the altar.

Uh...

The ancient call suddenly intensified.

The second row of ancient giant phantoms appeared at the edge of the three-tiered altar.

An unprecedentedly loud call resounded throughout the entire land of the true king and spread towards the starry sky.

The rain of black and gold divine light in the sky suddenly changed direction.

Half of it still fell on the others, while the other half gathered in the center, like a pillar of light, falling on Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng didn't utter a sound, rolled his eyes, and was knocked unconscious by the terrifying force.

The person was asleep, a smile radiating from their face.

As everyone watched the beam of light fall at the top, they instantly understood who it had been given to.

But before the gods, no one dared to offend or blaspheme in the slightest.

God is always right.

Even the most unruly demigods and undead silently bowed their heads and accepted the god's choice.

The other half, a fine drizzle of black and gold, fell slowly and steadily.

The giants knelt on the ground, their hands raised high, chanting the name of the god "the distant and vast mountain" with frantic chanting.

The black and gold drizzle touched the skin and silently entered the body.

A moment later, a cacophony of screams and sounds of pleasure filled the entire arena.

Apart from demigods, even grandmaster undead were screaming in agony.

The power of this ancient call is too strong.

Many people rolled around on the ground in pain, screaming loudly, but no matter how miserable their cries were, they were always mixed with a sense of pleasure.

Human Grandmasters suffer the most, enduring excruciating pain, yet they are the most excited.

Every Grandmaster who can come here is an outstanding individual among humans and even among Grandmasters.

Finally, I have obtained the power of a high-level giant!
Advancing to Grandmaster is only a matter of time.

It could even increase the chances of advancing to Martial Saint by at least 20%!
The nine-tiered sacrificial tower emitted its divine light for a quarter of an hour before withdrawing it.

The giant phantom at the edge of the three-tiered sacrificial tower lowered its horn and slowly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny golden fragments.

Tiny golden rays danced upwards, gathering at the top of the altar and coalescing into a crown.

Everyone stared at them.

"Crown of the Giant King..."

Both the giant and the undead god were confused.

Isn't the Crown of the True King of Giants awarded to the final victor after the battle in the giant arena at the foot of Mount Shin-o?
Why was it given to you in advance?

However, this crown seems different from the previous ones; it is larger, shinier, and has an additional ring of gemstones on it.

An elderly alien giant said, "This is not an ordinary crown of a true king, but a crown of ten thousand years. Whoever obtains this crown will live for ten thousand years, and his descendants will inherit it..."

The Crown of the True King fell, landing on the head of Zhou Leng, who was still unconscious.

The people present looked at each other, stopped talking, and silently sat on the ground to cultivate and quickly absorb power.

As everyone was cultivating, a group of masters from a mixed demonic force—humans, demons, orcs, and dragons—ran over from a distance.

The ritual was completed, the power receded, and the pale red mist returned, obscuring the view.

The group of demon-worshipping cult masters were shrouded in fog, unable to see beyond the horizon, running and shouting as they went.

"It's in this direction! There's a divine light shining there, absolutely no mistake!"

"It must be a treasure!"

"Almost there, getting closer..."

Demons, orcs, and dragons roared with excitement.

They could see only a short distance in the fog, but the demigods and undead could see a great distance.

The ritual had just been completed, and before anyone had even absorbed the power, someone was already shouting and yelling, referring to demons and dragons.

Several ferocious demigod giants and undead silently flew out, circled the monster group, and with their claws, their heads fell off one by one.

They carried the corpse to the foot of the altar, then retreated a short distance away to continue absorbing power.

Many giants, due to their cultivation, are unaware of what has happened.

The whole land was quiet and still.

After a long while, Zhou Leng woke up.

My whole body is unbearably numb and itchy, and I feel extremely hot.

My whole body felt like a boiling kettle, with terrifying power constantly pounding against my skin like boiling water, threatening to burst out.

Zhou Leng immediately sat down to meditate and cultivate the Great Sun Divine Art.

There was a boom.

The sun rises high in the abdomen, and the heart embraces the blazing sun.

The powerful solar furnace surged and churned, rapidly transforming the power of the ancient call into the body's strength.

(End of this chapter)