I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

However, this pressure did not diminish with Lis's persistence; instead, it intensified as he approached, as if the Divine Artifact was silently warning him, trying to push him back.

The increasingly dense Abyss Power surged like black smoke from the writhing surface of Pastom's Stomach, carrying a chilling evil aura, rushing towards Lis.

However, just as these evil forces were about to touch the mage's body, a cold and holy silver-white moonlight suddenly shone.

This moonlight, like an invisible sharp blade, instantly dispelled the dark Abyss Power, carving a safe path for Lis.

The cold moonlight contained the mighty power of the Moon Goddess, greatly alleviating the pressure on Lis.

As he approached Pastom's Stomach, Lis no longer endured and directly fully unleashed the Guardian Power left to him by Goddess Fenrir.

Crossing through the Abyss Power that surged like turbulent evil waves, every step Lis took felt like stepping on the edge of a blade, a sharp pain shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

This Abyss Power carried an aura of decay, evil, and madness, as if it wanted to devour all the goodness in the world completely.

The space around Lis was distorted and deformed due to its surge, emitting a tooth-aching creak, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The power of Goddess Fenrir protected Lis from the erosion of the Abyss Power, but the physical and mental oppression was unavoidable.

Yet his gaze did not waver in the slightest, and his body remained steadfast in advancing forward under the impact of this evil force.

For Lis, the mere tens of meters distance felt like a long and arduous journey.

Finally, he arrived before the Divine Artifact, Pastom's Stomach.

In front of Lis, this stomach appeared like a huge, pulsating evil heart.

The surface muscles wriggled crazily like a living creature, with each undulation accompanied by nauseating mucous dripping.

Lis did not hesitate at all, nor did he use any spells.

He knew well that in front of this Abyssal Divine Artifact, even Legendary Magic was futile.

Thus, he slowly raised his right hand, resolutely pressing it on the writhing muscles on the surface of the stomach.

In an instant, that slimy, disgusting texture spread from his fingertips, as if countless tiny insects were crawling and gnawing in his palm, causing Lis to shudder.

Upon touching the stomach, the massive Chaotic Faith Power accumulated in Lis's body for a long time rushed madly into the inside of the stomach like a flood breaking a dam.

As Lis used the Chaotic Faith Power to explore deep into the core of the stomach, as if sensing the intrusion from outside, the originally dormant Divine Artifact, Pastom's Stomach, was instantly activated.

The muscles on the surface of the stomach, as if injected with limitless evil energy, bulged and twisted up, looking as if countless evil dragons were frantically dancing.

These twisted muscles swept out madly, the air compressed and let out sharp whistling sounds, while the space rippled with strange layers.

At the same time, the stomach opened its giant "entry" that emanated a rotten stench, engulfing Lis in the blink of an eye.

Instantly, a more powerful Abyss Power surged like a ferocious black tide from all directions towards Lis inside the stomach, attempting to drown him completely in this Abyss Power.

Seemingly predicting the onset of danger, the silver-white emblem on Lis's right hand burst forth like a star ignited.

This emblem ordinarily only emitted a gentle and serene glow, but at this moment, it burst with a force that was pure and holy to the extreme, with denser silver-white moonlight gushing forth from it like a surging spring.

This moonlight was not the cold and desolate pale white, but carried a warm and steadfast texture, imbued with powerful forces of guardian and purification.

It was like an invisible yet extraordinarily resilient net, tightly wrapping around Lis's body.

Every strand of moonlight was like an agile elf, leaping and shuttling around Lis's body, resisting the endless erosion of the Abyss Power.

The black-red Abyss Power, with an aura of decay, evil, and madness, like a horde of ravenous monsters, frantically crashed against the barrier of moonlight, emitting horrendous roars.

Yet the moonlight's protection remained steady as Mount Tai, with each impact only making its glow even brighter.

Noticing this scene, Lis was somewhat astonished.

Goddess Fenrir was indeed not stingy; the Guardian Power she granted him directly suppressed the Abyss Destruction Power within the Divine Artifact, Pastom's Stomach.

Enveloped by the darkness inside the stomach, Lis showed no signs of anxiety or fear.

His gaze was calm and profound, like a bottomless lake, as if he had anticipated all of this.

He was ready, knowing that attempting to control a Divine Artifact was never destined to be smooth sailing.

Fortunately, Lis's preparations were quite thorough.

In his body, the Chaotic Faith Power flowed endlessly like a rushing river, safeguarding his consciousness.

It was like an invisible Shield, erecting an unbreakable defense deep in Lis's soul, preventing the Abyss Power from reaching his core.

Meanwhile, a vivid green hue, as if condensed from pure Power of Life, reappeared from within the mage's body. This