Yun You stepped forward, standing beside Jiang Wuji.
"Besides, weren't you already prepared to harm Mokaka? Since you have the intention to kill, you should also be ready to be killed, right?"
Tian En also walked onto the stage, his eyes seemingly ablaze.
"You may not have killed anyone personally, but daring to strike Mokaka-sama is an indisputable capital offense."
Chen Zaikun and Old Jin didn't speak; they never loved to add to slaughter, but at this mont, they indeed felt that this guy deserved to die.
"No... no... I..."
The middle-aged Main Combatant gaped wide-eyed, continually retreating, yet found nowhere to back up. His body soon pressed against the barrier at the edge of the ring, unable to escape this damnable ghostly place no matter how he retreated.
His heartbeat quickened incessantly, cold sweat pouring down like rain.
But just as his mindset teetered on collapse.
A voice, untraceable and sudden, appeared by his ear.
"Why panic? Just do as I say."
The voice sounded ethereal and peculiar, like the bizarre sound from an antique radio, indistinguishable between male and female, yet carried an irresistible intimidation.
The middle-aged Main Combatant was stunned, followed by a rush of joy, realizing he hadn't been forsaken.
Thus, guided by the voice, he bit through his thumb and began drawing a strange pattern slowly on his forehead with his blood.
It was a wildly designed Fierce Beast head, slightly akin to a dog but upon closer inspection, more resembling a wolf.
His artistry was subpar, the lines crookedly drawn.
Yet inexplicably, as the wolf head gradually surfaced, everyone present—even the spectators beyond the ring, and even the entities seated in the Supre Heaven—couldn't help but lean forward, watching the drawing with interest because it was emanating an inexplicable... wild aesthetic, glimring with the surge of blood aura.
"What is this..."
Jiang Wuji furrowed his brows, the first to sense sothing amiss, and strode forward, reaching out to halt the middle-aged Main Combatant's actions.
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the man's body, the wolf head pattern erupted into dazzling brilliance, forming a red mbrane that forcefully bounced Jiang Wuji's fingers away!
"What...?!"
Jiang Wuji was slightly startled, feeling slightly incredulous. Although he had only used less than one-tenth of his strength reaching out, it should still rival the full-force attack of an ordinary Tier Four Death God—how could a mortal possibly withstand it?
"Master brother, I will assist you!"
Nearby, Chen Zaikun hurriedly followed suit, throwing a full force punch as well, to no avail in penetrating the mbrane defense, only creating a booming sound.
"I'll help too!"
Yun You ca up, unveiling the "Red Lotus" emblem on her fingertip, intending to use Karma Remnant Buddha to pierce through this turtle shell.
Yet before she could summon it, she was stopped by Old Jin.
"No need, lass."
Old Jin shook his head, speaking softly: "This is the Summoning Ceremony, a thod by which a mortal's body is possessed by a Soul of a super strong being."
"The Summoning Ceremony has irreversible and unstoppable characteristics—neither you nor I can interrupt it before its completion, so... don't waste your efforts."
Upon hearing this, Yun You was slightly puzzled.
"Super strong being's... Soul?"
"What is this about?"
Curiously enough, ever since this so-called Summoning Ceremony started, Yun You's heart had been pounding; she had a premonition that the super-strong entity might be soone she knows?
As far as Yun You knows, apart from Old Jin, there's only one person...
"The so-called super strong are those at Tier Six or even higher tiers of Death God."
Old Jin, shielding Yun You and Tian En, explained patiently: "Their strength is too overwhelming, too much for the real world to accommodate; their every move inflicts unimaginable destruction upon this world."
"Thus, it's said that higher tiers of Death Gods often relinquish their flesh bodies at God's request, existing as Souls in another special realm."
"And once they enter that realm, they can hardly affect the real world anymore because, without flesh in reality, no matter how strong the Soul, it's utterly no match for ordinary high-tier Death Gods."
"Hence, it's precisely because of this, the Apprentice Death Gods who abandon their flesh in reality refrain from intervening in worldly affairs."
"But you'd also know that most Apprentice Death Gods are extrely selfish and self-centered; they'll never agree to relinquish their worldly privileges."
"Thus, the Summoning Ceremony erged."
"By leaving a 'mark' in the real world, finding a suitable 'body', these powerful beings can take over those bodies via the Summoning Ceremony, appearing in full pri in this world, briefly exerting full strength."
"In these circumstances, you can directly regard the middle-aged Main Combatant as a super strong being, for he can use all abilities without restraint."
"Although it's not without costs... generally speaking, the Summoning Ceremony has a duration, ranging from days to months. If he dies before the ceremony concludes, his soul perishes with the destruction of his body."
"I've long anticipated 'that guy' to pull such a move, so no worries, just counter it as it cos—teachers and seniors are here."
With Old Jin's assurance, Yun You was relieved, though her doubts lingered.
Specifically, the familiarity with the "wolf head pattern" did not vanish; instead, it grew stronger with the continuation of the Descent Ceremony.
About the identity of the super strong entity, she's started to form so guesses.
"Indeed."
As Yun You pondered, Old Jin nodded gently and whispered: "It's exactly as you guessed."
"That person... is the one with the 'Zhao' surna."
"The master of the Shadow Council, the elder brother of Shen Ye, Hikamu, and Yang Lie, the real... culprit behind the massacre incident back then."
"..."
Yun You felt her breath halt montarily, an initial sense of bewildernt taking over.
Despite previous speculations, the mont she heard the answer from Old Jin, the emotional mix of thrill and excitent inevitably overflowed uncontrollably.
Finally... finally...
Finally, she stood before the ultimate culprit in the shadows, able to fulfill her vengeance.
Having struggled for so long, Yun You felt that the purpose was to confront that person and thrust the blade into his throat.
So, she held her breath for now, fully focused on the middle-aged Main Combatant, refusing to relax her vigilance, fearing a miss.
"Clack... clack..."
As the wolf head pattern neared completion, red radiance perated from it, transforming into tangible red smoke, continuously adhering to the middle-aged Main Combatant's body, altering his physique.
In the blank gazes of people, the man's bones distorted and reassembled, his skin cracking, only to swiftly heal, rely changing his appearance as if he underwent a 'costic surgery.'
His features warped under pressure, but not towards ugliness; rather, he gradually gained an aura of grandeur and authority.
Before long, the middle-aged Main Combatant vanished.
Replacing him was a handso man in his thirties or early forties, with sword-like brows and eyes resembling clusters of stars.
He gradually opened his eyes, seemingly containing stars within their depths... his gaze extraordinarily gentle, yet Yun You couldn't discern a trace of benevolent sentint.
"Ah... finally..."
"Finally, it has co to this step."
The man turned, scanning the crowd, directly locating Old Jin on first glance.
"Elrond, thirty years ago, in pursuit of the qualification to beco 'Quasi-God,' you and I fought fiercely."
"In that battle, you lost to ."
"Now, on the path to the True God, you once again block my way."
"But it's alright."
"Defeated once by my hands, this ti, your fate and that of thirty years ago will have no difference."
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