I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Flesh and Extraordinary Power, under the influence of an inexplicable force, instantly transformed into a beam of blood light, pouring into that eerie altar under a special guidance.

After this beam of blood light, which contained all the power of a Golden Rank Professional, merged into the altar, the blood color on the altar thickened once more.

Upon seeing this, Lis's eyes narrowed slightly.

All the power of a Golden Rank Professional, only slightly enhanced the power on this altar?

Just how many lives of Golden Rank Professionals are condensed into the intense blood light on this eerie altar?

Lis was secretly shocked, perhaps his previous speculations were incorrect.

This Lune Hunting Ceremony might not have just started recently.

It should have been ongoing in this small world for a long time, but because the intervals were long, most people were unaware.

Lune really put a lot of thought into this!

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The mountains were dyed dark red with blood, the rocks protruded menacingly, like the extensions of a giant beast's tusks.

A fierce wind howled past, carrying the stench of blood and decay, sweeping up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, making a sharp whistling sound.

A brutal slaughter was happening not far away, with a team of three besieging a Hunter professional.

This team of three consisted of a burly warrior, a Hunter wielding a longbow, and a figure-shifting assassin.

They were facing an even more imposing Hunter, whose sharp Short Sword was relentlessly targeting the warrior.

"Hill, you are too arrogant!"

"Daring to come here alone, otherwise we really couldn't deal with you!"

The Hunter said with a smile, continuously firing arrows at the Hunter in the center of the battlefield.

The Hunter named Hill dodged the arrows with a flash, trying to dash out like an arrow leaving the string.

He believed that in this Lune Hunting Ceremony, he was among the most powerful, but the three before him were not weak either.

Especially that Hunter, though he couldn't recall the name, it was clear he was only slightly weaker.

As he sprinted, he swiftly sheathed his Short Sword and a longbow appeared in his hands, instantly drawn.

A sharp arrow whistled through the air like lightning, aimed at the warrior.

"Ha!"

But this Golden Rank Warrior was already prepared, roaring as he gripped his massive Shield tightly, blocking the arrow like a moving fortress.

The Arrow struck the Shield, sparking a cascade of sparks, the powerful impact forcing the warrior's footsteps to retreat slightly, but he steadied himself, looking at Hill with a hint of surprise in his gaze.

It's no wonder he's called the strongest High-level Hunter in the temple; the power carried by his Arrow alone is terrifying.

However, he was not fighting alone now.

While the warrior resisted the long arrows, the assassin circled behind Hill like a ghost.

The Dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, stabbing towards the Hunter's back like a snake's fangs.

However, Hill reacted swiftly, shifting to cleverly evade the assassin's lethal strike.

He immediately drew the Short Sword from his waist, engaging in close combat with the assassin.

The clash of short blades and Daggers produced a crisp sound, with sparks flying.

The Hunter in the group quickly sought a suitable position, standing behind a boulder, drawing the longbow aimed at Hill.

Meanwhile, the warrior swung his Heavy Shield, charging towards Hill.

As Hill and the assassin were entangled, he released the bowstring, the Arrow shot forth like a meteor, accurately hitting his thigh.

Hill winced in pain, his body trembled slightly, and his actions slowed down.

The warrior seized this opportunity, roaring as he charged at Hill.

The Heavy Shield in his right hand was raised high, crashing towards Hill like a landslide.

The formidable Hunter barely dodged aside, but the Heavy Shield still grazed his left arm.

The massive power turned the Heavy Shield into a deadly weapon, the blood from the wound immediately dyed his garments red.

Yet Hill gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, a flash of light surrounded him, his speed increased several times, weaving through the warrior and assassin like a ghost, heading towards the Hunter.

The Short Sword in his hand swung continuously, each attack carried a fierce killing intent.

The assassin and warrior were momentarily scrambling, inadvertently getting cut by the Short Sword while dodging.

But the three did not panic, quickly adjusting their tactics.

The warrior stood at the front, using the massive Shield to block Hill's attacks, buying time for his teammates.

The Hunter on the side sought opportunities, persistently harassing Hill with Arrows.

The assassin remained in stealth, waiting for the prime moment to strike.

As time went on, Hill couldn't hold on under the three-person siege, showing a flaw.

The assassin seized this opportunity, darting out like lightning, stabbing the Dagger towards Hill's throat.

Hill sensed the danger, his expression changed drastically as he tried to evade, but it was too late.

The Dagger pierced his throat, blood gushing out, and severely wounded, he finally couldn't hold up, collapsing with a crash.

However, although the three managed to kill Hill, they also paid a hefty price.

Both the warrior and assassin sustained multiple injuries during Hill's desperate counterattacks.

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Here, similar battles were frantically unfolding everywhere, with participants of the Great Hunting Ceremony resorting to any means necessary in this mountain range to hunt down their opponents for various goals.

Some clashed head-on, others fought in larger numbers against fewer, some used traps and poison...

As the intense slaughters continued, the already blood-reeking Blood-colored Mountain Range gradually became enshrouded by a faint blood mist.

This mist spread silently like a ghost, tinting the eyes of all participants in an eerie shade of red wherever it went.

Those within felt an inexplicable frenzy and madness growing in their hearts, their gaze becoming increasingly blurred and ferocious, their rationality completely swallowed as if controlled by an invisible demon.

Everyone became savage beasts focused solely on frenzied slaughter, engaging in irrational battles of life and death within the blood mist.

Just like the trio that successfully hunted Hill earlier, originally planning to hide and wait to reap benefits from others' battles, but under the influence of this blood mist, they turned on each other with red eyes, swinging weapons at their teammates.

Blood splattered, screams echoed in the valleys. Once close partners, now dire enemies to each other.

Elsewhere in the mountain range, similar scenes unfolded continuously. The Transcendents, under the influence of the blood mist, plunged into mad slaughter.

The bodies of the deceased transformed into rich blood light, streaming like rivers towards the eerie altar outside the mountain range.

The altar exuded an increasingly intense and eerie aura, the intricate runes on it glowing demonically under the blood light.

The blood light continuously poured into the altar, as if awakening some terrifying power long dormant.

Simultaneously, the blood mist spread rapidly like surging tides, soon enveloping the entire mountain range completely.

The once clear contours of peaks and ridges became blurred in the blood mist, as if being kneaded at will by an invisible scarlet hand.

This eerie red color did not spare the area where Li Sizhi was at the foot of the mountain, the children there too were quietly engulfed by this blood mist.

Surprisingly, nearly ten thousand children lacking any Extraordinary Power seemed entirely unaffected under the blood mist's shroud.

They continued to stand there dazed, showing no signs of madness on their faces, contrasting starkly with the Transcendents in the mountains who had started to slaughter each other.

Instantly, the low chanting surrounding the altar ceased abruptly. The priests in gray robes, who were sincerely bowing on the ground with hands clasped, muttering prayers, suddenly halted their chanting as if struck by an immobilization spell. They remained in coordinated unison, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Instantly, the low chanting surrounding the altar ceased abruptly. The priests in gray robes, who were sincerely bowing on the ground with hands clasped, muttering prayers, suddenly halted their chanting as if struck by an immobilization spell. They remained in coordinated unison, as if controlled by an invisible hand.