I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

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There was nothing particularly special within the temple, the vast emptiness of the huge space made Lis and Evar feel insignificant.

The two of them were like the many worshipers from countless years ago, gathered inside the palace to offer their faith to a deity.

In the very center of the palace stood a tall Divine Statue.

The statue depicted a handsome middle-aged man with distinctly chiseled features, wearing a splendid blue-green Armor. His right hand gripped a blue trident, and his left hand was stretched forward flatly, with a pale blue wide-mouthed cup standing on it.

A pale blue stream of water flowed out from the cup in the statue's left hand, falling from dozens of meters up in the air like a dreamy waterfall, landing in a pool in front of the statue.

What was surprising was that the cascading water did not splash at all, it fell silently into the pool, calm and undisturbed. The pale blue stream flowed quietly from the main entrance of the palace, forming the peculiar stream Lis had seen on his journey.

Looking at the trident in the hands of the statue, which seemed somewhat familiar, and the location of the statue, Lis immediately realized the identity of the statue.

It must be the "Storm and Thunder God Ansel".

It seems that the deity Ansel must be from the Human Clan.

Generally, after successfully breaking through to become a deity, one's life reaches another realm, and their divine body undergoes transformation.

No matter what race or life form one belonged to before, in the end, their body is made of Divine Power, no longer confined to specifics, and they can become anything.

However, deities usually do not change their appearance or race after their breakthrough.

The most important reason for this is the need to secure a stable source of faith!

For example, for deities of the Human Clan, their base of followers are primarily humans, and in order to spread faith effectively, they would not choose to appear in any other bizarre forms.

Likewise, this also helps the deity to consolidate their own existence, preventing them from losing themselves over the long passage of time.

Keeping the appearance of this deity in mind, Lis surveyed other areas of the palace.

The decoration inside the palace was similar to the patterns on the outer walls of the building, not adorned with any particular treasures, and an unknown source of light brightly illuminated the interior.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, Lis felt the hazy sound of prayer chants echoing in his ears, involuntarily making him feel like paying homage to the Ansel Statue.

Lis focused his mind, trying not to be affected by the chanting, but still slightly bowed his head in respect to the deity.

After all, it was a being that once stood at the pinnacle of the Gaia World, and even though Lis did not worship this deity, he still revered its mighty power.

Eyes set on the distant horizon, feet firmly on the ground.

"This is the place!"

The soul Evar had been following stopped in front of the pale blue pool in the center of the palace, pointing at it with his ethereal left hand.

"My Lord's strength lies within that 'Sea Holy Grail'. As long as you undergo the baptism of Holy Water, you will receive My Lord's divine inheritance."

Evar looked at the strange scene before him and couldn't help but feel some admiration.

Is this the power of a deity? Beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

That's right, for the power of a deity, doing such things is indeed very simple!

"Ansel, is there any danger in undergoing this inheritance baptism?"

Evar was still somewhat apprehensive and asked the elderly soul.

"You are a descendant of My Lord's bloodline, how could My Lord's strength harm you?"

"Since you entered this island, have you encountered any danger?"

"That's true."

Evar pondered, indeed all the dangers along the way had been encountered by Lis, and they seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Thinking this, Evar glanced covertly at Lis, and couldn't help speculating in his heart.

Lis paid no mind to Evar's gaze; to him, Ansel's explanation had a different implication.

"Shall I go in then?"

Evar tentatively extended his hand into the pale blue pool, feeling no abnormality.

The pale blue water droplets slipped through his palm, imparting a warm and comfortable sense of closeness instead.

"My Lord blesses you, Lord Evar."

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Soul Ansel spoke in a gentle tone, comforting Evar.

Gathering his courage, Evar submerged his entire body into the pool, the pale blue streams of water enveloping him.

He was somewhat astonished to find that he could breathe easily in the water, although he still couldn't speak.

Glancing at Lis and Ansel outside the pool, he felt a magical strength slowly entering his body, bringing a warm sensation.

Before long, Evar in the pool had fallen into a deep sleep.

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Seeing that Evar in the pool seemed to encounter no issues, Lis and Ansel outside stood quietly.

After a moment, it was Lis who first broke the silence in the space.

"By the way, on the way here, I saw a few Prayers, probably those who survived the shattering of the Divine Country."

"At the time, I guessed it was the influence of Divine Power, which makes sense if it's the Prayers."

"But Evar may not know, but I'm different."

"You shouldn't be a Prayer, how did you endure such an endlessly long time?"

Facing Lis's inquiry, Ansel did not directly answer. Instead, he smiled at Lis and said,

"You seem to know a lot about the secrets of the divine, eh? Just a mere Silver Level Human."

Ansel seemed to drop his guise, shifting from the previously benevolent elder to a lofty emperor.

"Perhaps, as an Arcanist, I find these things quite interesting."

Lis shrugged his shoulders as if he had already anticipated Ansel's sudden change.

"Is that so? Arcanist, huh."

Ansel said, seemingly reminiscing about something.

"So, was the divine Ansel really defeated by the Lord of Storm?"

Lis didn't linger on the previous question but switched to another.

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Thinking of that fierce, tyrannical, and robust figure, Ansel spoke with emotion.

"Are the conflicts between divinities that sharp?"

Lis also squatted down to collect some of the pale blue liquid as he asked.

Ansel glanced at Lis and said gently,

"Of course, most are over the struggle for Divine Positions or factional conflicts."

"So, Ansel has truly fallen?"

Lis looked at Ansel, already having an answer in his heart.

"Indeed, that's the case, but not for much longer."

Ansel looked at Lis, a smile appearing on his aged face.

"It seems you might have guessed something. Then why didn't you warn Evar?"

Before Lis could answer, Ansel waved his hand lightly.

A sudden twist occurred. The Ansel Statue in the center of the palace erupted with surging blue radiance from the trident it held, and a terrifying pressure, as if the heavens were collapsing, descended upon Lis.

Thud!

Lis couldn't muster the slightest resistance and abruptly fell to his knee on the dust-free floor of the palace.

Lis breathed laboriously, as if he were facing the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts again. His insides felt oppressed by a horrifying force, and beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

Is this the strength of a Divine Level being?