I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1547 - 861: Conceptions of the Ascension Technique (

Besides, to successfully beco a god, constructing the divine domain is the most critical aspect.

After all, for a god, the divine position is the basis of their power.

In the vision of the Sphinx, he wants to establish the divine domain by basing it on the Four Basic Elents Rules.

But how to achieve this, the Sphinx has yet to figure out.

He knows quite a bit about the power of the Divine Domain, but not deeply enough.

This is a problem left for Lis to solve.

For Lis, he will surely construct his divine domain with the domain of [Wisdom] as the core.

This is where Lis plans to make a change.

Besides, there are many other minor issues.

Though the situation is like this, Lis is not without solutions.

Because for the first main problem, Lis plans to solve it through his invented exclusive Arcane [Faith Avatar].

After all, for him, mastering the specialty of [Chaos Faith Convergence], and creating the Faith Avatar on its basis, its unique ability has already demonstrated the value of this Arcane.

These avatars are different from normal avatar skills; they are almost part of Lis.

But at the sa ti, their performance in aspects of the Power of Faith can be separated from Lis.

For Lis, by simulating Becoming a God through the Faith Avatar, he doesn’t need to worry about the issue of being Out of Control.

As for whether the Faith Avatar’s ability can implent the Ascension Technique, Lis already has so ideas.

If not possible, just improve towards the direction of Ascension Technique!

Moreover, if the Skill Level of the Faith Avatar is insufficient, Lis can directly use Experience Points to add Points.

The Experience Points that Lis has collected for so long, and a series of specialties that breakthrough Level caps, finally can be best utilized at this mont.

System, add Points to !

Furthermore, Lis has a bold idea.

He has many Faith Avatars.

They are basically based on Lis’s understanding of certain World Rules, combined with Chaotic Faith Power to condense.

So is it possible... that every Faith Avatar pushed to the limit can attempt Ascension?

Tsk!

Just thinking about it is thrilling!

If this can really be realized, wouldn’t Lis have a bunch of avatars with Divine power?

After fantasizing for a while, Lis gathered his thoughts.

Thinking about these is still too early.

It’s better to think about perfecting the current Ascension Technique, becoming a Demigod first, and then thinking about other things.

anwhile, the domain of [Wisdom] slowly manifests and spreads out, invisibly covering Lis’s body.

[Pastom’s Stomach] floats before Lis, with deep red and silver divine brilliance flickering incessantly upon it.

The Legendary Accessories [Sphinx’s Wisdom] slowly morph back into the original splendid crown form, guiding Lis’s thoughts.

One by one, Magic Books originating from the Magic Empire, docunting the exploration of Divine Domain power, also appear before Lis.

Retreat!

System, start adding Points!

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In the Endless Abyss’s profound and dark folds, a layer of extrely mysterious Abyss Plane lies hidden.

This is the nightmare of demons, the absolute realm where darkness and horror intertwine.

As one steps to the edge of this plane, what cos into view is the substantial thick blood-red mist.

It is like a slumbering giant beast, emitting a nauseating stench, slowly flowing, as if trying to devour everything that intrudes.

This blood mist is not ordinary mist; it contains a mysterious and evil power, seemingly accumulated from the grievances of countless wronged souls.

Weak demons, once enveloped by this blood mist, feel as if countless fine needles simultaneously pierce into their bodies, with pain surging in like tides.

Then their skin begins to ulcerate, blood oozes from their pores, rging with the blood mist.

Their souls gradually dissipate in this blood mist, letting out horrendous screams, finally turning into dried corpses laying upon the earth that the blood mist pervades.

Even those powerful demons do not dare to lower their guard in front of this blood mist.

The blood mist not only corrodes their bodies but also interferes with their senses and thoughts.

In this blood mist, ti and space beco distorted and chaotic, demons seem to be in a giant labyrinth, with each step filled with the unknown and danger.

Many powerful demons, even if able to resist the corrosion of the blood mist, gradually lose direction while finding a way to escape.

Their eyes beco hollow and bewildered, eventually disappearing in this endless mist, seemingly swallowed forever by the darkness of the Abyss.

And in the center of the Blood Mist Abyss stands twelve towering, sky-piercing black giant trees.

These giant trees, like twelve huge black pillars, uphold this cursed sky.

Their trunks are sturdy and twisted, covered in deep ravines as if marked by years and pain.

The bark gleams with an eerie cold light, like demon eyes, peering into everything within the darkness.

An aura of extre evil winds around these giant trees, flowing slowly like substantial black mist among the branches, exuding a spine-chilling icy air.

Each leaf resembles a sharp blade, shimring with a cold tallic luster, swaying gently, emitting sharp wailing, as though it were the roar of demons.

Around these twelve giant trees, endless voices of agony, roars, and pleas constantly echo around. It’s the desperate cry from souls imprisoned within the giant trees.

These souls are eternally sealed within these twelve giant trees.

Their pain and resentnt transform into haunting screams, resonating within the blood mist.

From that sound erges despair and agony, as if penetrating through the entire Abyss.

Occasionally, so daring demons approach these twelve giant trees, attempting to uncover their secrets.

However, as they approach the giant trees, they feel a powerful force of attraction, as if an invisible hand tries to drag them into death.

This blood mist is not ordinary mist; it contains a mysterious and evil power, seemingly accumulated from the grievances of countless wronged souls.

Weak demons, once enveloped by this blood mist, feel as if countless fine needles simultaneously pierce into their bodies, with pain surging in like tides.

Then their skin begins to ulcerate, blood oozes from their pores, rging with the blood mist.

Their souls gradually dissipate in this blood mist, letting out horrendous screams, finally turning into dried corpses laying upon the earth that the blood mist pervades.

Even those powerful demons do not dare to lower their guard in front of this blood mist.

The blood mist not only corrodes their bodies but also interferes with their senses and thoughts.

In this blood mist, ti and space beco distorted and chaotic, demons seem to be in a giant labyrinth, with each step filled with the unknown and danger.

Many powerful demons, even if able to resist the corrosion of the blood mist, gradually lose direction while finding a way to escape.

Their eyes beco hollow and bewildered, eventually disappearing in this endless mist, seemingly swallowed forever by the darkness of the Abyss.

And in the center of the Blood Mist Abyss stands twelve towering, sky-piercing black giant trees.

These giant trees, like twelve huge black pillars, uphold this cursed sky.

Their trunks are sturdy and twisted, covered in deep ravines as if marked by years and pain.

The bark gleams with an eerie cold light, like demon eyes, peering into everything within the darkness.

An aura of extre evil winds around these giant trees, flowing slowly like substantial black mist among the branches, exuding a spine-chilling icy air.

Each leaf resembles a sharp blade, shimring with a cold tallic luster, swaying gently, emitting sharp wailing, as though it were the roar of demons.

Around these twelve giant trees, endless voices of agony, roars, and pleas constantly echo around. It’s the desperate cry from souls imprisoned within the giant trees.

These souls are eternally sealed within these twelve giant trees.

Their pain and resentnt transform into haunting screams, resonating within the blood mist.

From that sound erges despair and agony, as if penetrating through the entire Abyss.

Occasionally, so daring demons approach these twelve giant trees, attempting to uncover their secrets.

However, as they approach the giant trees, they feel a powerful force of attraction, as if an invisible hand tries to drag them into death.