Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 631 - 611: Usurpation

Zhou Leng, Jade Wings, and other members of the Divine Sect arrived at the temple door.

The crowd formed a loose fan-shaped line, gazing ahead.

The giant door slightly parted, a milky white light flowed like milk through the gap, cascading down the steps and gently toward the crowd.

Led by the Demigod Demon Spirit Master, the crowd sang the "Hymn to the God of Ice and Snow."

The milky white light flowed forward, touching the body of the foremost Demon Spirit Master.

Above the heads of the first row of Demon Spirit Masters, snowflakes emerged and roughly gathered into a column, slowly spiraling.

The milky white light continued flowing, touching the people, with snowflakes appearing in varying quantities above their heads.

Some had hundreds, others thousands, but only a few had snowflakes densely packed, exceeding ten thousand.

Slowly, the milky white light flowed to the center, touching Mad Prince Aiden.

In an instant, a dense burst of glowing snowflakes appeared above his head, forming a snowflake light pillar nearly ten meters in diameter.

The number far exceeded ten thousand, far surpassed one hundred thousand.

Outside, the Demon Spirit Masters calculated spells and lightly gasped.

"Eight hundred thousand Divine Favor snowflakes!"

"Who would have thought, My God chose a Blue Star Martial Artist..."

"Well, it’s better than before when a blunder led to choosing an ignorant alien race, causing significant losses..."

The milky white light continued flowing, reaching beneath Zhou Leng and Jade Wings’ feet.

A dense burst of snowflakes above their heads instantly surpassed ten thousand, exceeding a hundred thousand.

The Demon Spirit Masters outside immediately reported the numbers.

"Green Dragon is 320,000, Human Martial Artist is 780,000, almost matches the front."

The milky white light continued flowing along the vast grounds as all the believers were verified.

Demigods and Legends in front turned, looking at the tops of the people’s heads.

They nodded and smiled, Mad Prince Aiden’s Divine Favor suffices to be ranked as Holy Son, no need for more words.

Unexpectedly, two more believers with hundreds of thousands appeared, a rarity in the past.

However, they felt regret.

If these three were Demon Spirit Masters, cultivating in the Ice Snow Divine Sect, they would rapidly progress to become Demigods.

Demigods and Legends slowly approached Mad Prince Aiden.

Aiden appeared calm, his peripheral vision unintentionally glanced at Zhou Leng.

Jax noticed and also secretly looked at Zhou Leng, sighing inwardly.

What a pity.

Frosty Hand looked at Aiden, then at Zhou Leng, gently shook his head.

It’s a pity Aiden acquired the Tear of Ice and Snow, otherwise Zhou Leng would be the true Holy Son.

The crowd surrounded Aiden, engaging in friendly conversation with him.

Aiden became a suave gentleman, graceful behavior, elegant speech, truly possessing the demeanor of a Holy Son.

Those with Divine Favor snowflakes less than ten thousand and below the Realm of Legend cautiously stepped on the ground’s milky glow, slowly walking outward.

They walked as slowly as possible.

Because of these Divine Favor glows, with powerful purification abilities, could cleanse any negative forces related to the spirit.

If able to remain inside for long, it would form spiritual will-type Divine Techniques.

Outside the vast grounds, the crowd was full of expectation.

When the Divine Favor glow reached the edge of the vast ground, it no longer flowed.

But a thin layer of glow, about one-tenth of the Divine Favor glow, left the vast ground, continuing to flow in all directions.

The crowd smiled, many brought children from their clans.

Though not as powerful as the Divine Favor glow, these glows could slightly enhance spiritual power.

"Woo..."

Huang lowered his head, stared at his feet, the glow reflected his image.

Suddenly, he was startled, as within the glow, countless Divine Favor snowflakes were reflected, forming a snowflake light pillar larger and thicker than Mad Prince Aiden’s above his head.

Huang looked up, snowflakes filled the sky, brilliant white.

Xiaoba was stunned for a moment, softly exclaimed.

The crowd outside gazed at Huang, dumbfounded.

Inside, the Demon Spirit Masters laughed and talked with Aiden, their peripheral vision caught the glow, simultaneously looking over.

Aiden also turned to look.

A Demon Spirit Master reported a number: "Eight... eight million..."

Ten times Aiden’s.

Demigods and Legends of the Ice Snow Divine Sect stared at Huang as if senile.

The strangest holy text in the history of the Ice Snow Divine Sect, emerged.

Huang looked up at the sky, mouth open, looking foolish.

Zhou Leng and Jade Wings were also dumbstruck.

Jade Wings displayed a dawning realization, sincerely admitted: "This is true modesty! This is true strength! I’m convinced, totally convinced! Compared to Huang, I’m not even as good as a dog. Uh..."

"Huang?" Zhou Leng tentatively called, afraid of being possessed by some force.

Huang turned to look at Zhou Leng, his eyes full of deep calculation but unable to comprehend.

He desperately blinked, what to do, very anxious.

Zhou Leng beckoned and said: "Come inside first."

Huang jumped into the vast grounds, stepping on the milky glow, trotting swiftly.

As he ran forward, his body continually expanded, fur changing from yellow to black.

Finally, he transformed into a giant wolf the size of a magnificent horse, its whole body covered in glossy black armor, fur flowing outside the armor.

Huang’s head elongated, his body more aesthetically pleasing and more majestic.

The milk glow reversed up Huang’s body, slowly absorbed.

Demigods and Legends of the Ice Snow Divine Sect hesitated but seeing Huang transform into a stronger Fierce Beast and absorbing Divine Favor glow, they reluctantly accepted.

Huang reached Zhou Leng’s side, grinned, wagging his tongue, licking Zhou Leng’s face.

With a swish, half his face was covered in saliva.

Frosty Hand quietly said: "A new Holy Son is born."

Demigods and Legends hurried to Huang’s side, cast beast speech spells, inviting Huang into the temple.

Huang understood, but looked towards Zhou Leng.

Everyone immediately understood that Zhou Leng was the true master of the new Holy Son.

Aiden stood there, his heart shattered into powder.

Jax sighed deeply, as expected of Zhou Leng, even his dog is stronger than Mad Prince Aiden.

"Let’s go, into the temple." Zhou Leng turned and walked in, Huang following by his side.

Outside in the vast field, Xiaoba and the Eight-toothed Mammoths were hopping around, raising their trunks, blowing party whistles, yelling and shouting in celebration.

These Eight-toothed Mammoths were as tall as three or four-story buildings, the tallest reaching seven stories, taller than the Giants and Dragon guests.

The people from various factions outside held back their laughter upon seeing a dog becoming the Holy Son, ready to see the Ice Snow Divine Sect embarrass itself.

Upon realizing it was a Fierce Beast, they fell silent.

Having a Fierce Beast as the Holy Son, the strength of the Ice Snow Divine Sect is bound to rise to a new level.

Everyone walked into the temple, and the glow of Divine Favor dissipated.

Huang had absorbed a large amount of Divine Favor and felt awkward looking down at Zhou Leng, so with a shake, he slowly shrank back to his original dog form.

However, his body was now much more robust than before.

The demigods and legends wished Huang would keep his previous form, but thought better of it, choosing to let things happen naturally.

At the end of the temple stood a Faceless God Statue.

Beneath the statue was a radiant and dazzling Ice Throne.

Some Demon Spirit Masters of the Ice Snow Divine Sect looked at Huang, feeling hesitant.

The next step was for the Holy Son to sit on the throne.

But Aiden, who had been dazed, had his eyes gradually lighting up.

There was still a chance.

Because once, the Ice Snow Divine Sect had an odd occurrence; a Holy Son’s Divine Favor was first, but every time he sat on the Ice Throne, he would slide off.

In the end, he had to give up being Holy Son, while the one with the second most Divine Favor sat without issue and became the new Holy Son.

Upon investigation, it turned out that the person had temporarily gained Divine Favor through means that weren’t cheating, but the Ice Throne did not acknowledge it.

Aiden looked eagerly at Huang, his heart full of hope.

Frosty Hand sent a message to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng nodded and said to Huang, "Go sit on the throne."

Huang looked puzzled, lifting his right front paw, pointing at himself.

Me?

Everyone laughed.

"Yes, it’s you."

Huang turned to look at everyone, then pointed at Zhou Leng with his paw and gestured lightly.

Frosty Hand smiled and said, "You are the Holy Son, he is not. Please take your seat on the throne."

Huang looked at Zhou Leng.

"Go on."

Huang nodded, carefully climbed the steps, and leaped onto the Ice Throne.

He turned around, sat upright like a person, leaning his back against the chair back, placing his front legs on the armrests.

His left hind leg crossed over his right, assuming a relaxed pose.

He slightly raised his head, tempering his smile, assuming a dignified expression.

A divine light descended, forming a translucent crown above Huang’s head.

Zhou Leng turned to look at the stunned crowd.

"You’ve seen Huang, why aren’t you paying your respects?"

The crowd bowed their heads and bent down, addressing him as Holy Son Huang.

Aiden, dressed in a white tailcoat, bowed elegantly, yet with a dazed look.

The Trup family had plotted for decades, only for a dog to usurp the position.

Afterwards, there were a series of investitures, including numerous privileges, stipends, gifts, etc.

With the holy ceremony over, the banquet commenced.

In the grand banquet hall, guests from all over clinked glasses, and whenever music played, men and women entered the dance floor.

However, this year’s banquet was somewhat different.

Traditionally, the first dance was initiated by an opposite-gender partner inviting the Holy Son or Holy Daughter.

But not knowing how to dance with a dog, they invited Zhou Leng instead.

Zhou Leng didn’t know how to dance to the Demon Spirit World’s dances, so Frosty Hand cast a spell, making Zhou Leng move like a marionette, dancing with his partner to the music.

When the song ended, the banquet returned to normal.

Many waiters surrounded Huang, offering various delicacies, which Huang devoured heartily.

He occasionally sneaked a glance at the liquor, but unfortunately, Zhou Leng didn’t allow him to drink.

Aiden spent the entire evening sitting in a corner, in a trance.

Jax kept quietly comforting him.

A waiter approached, whispering, "Mr. Jax, someone is looking for you."

Jax glanced at the dazed Aiden, then followed the waiter down a long corridor to a room door.

The waiter made a gesture of invitation at the doorway, and he pushed the door open to enter.

The spacious living room was brightly lit, with a massive crystal chandelier hanging down.

A large balcony was opposite, with a person standing with his back turned on it.

Just by the back view, Jax recognized him as Zhou Leng.

"Your Highness Zhou Leng." Jax hurriedly greeted, turning around to close the door.

Under the night sky, Zhou Leng turned, framed by the white doorframe, like a figure in a painting.

"Do you want to become the Patriarch of the Trup family?"

Jax was stunned for a full second, his eyes suddenly focusing, as if making a firm decision, kneeling to kowtow nine times.

He looked up, decisively stating, "Your Highness Zhou Leng, with Huang becoming Holy Son, I will be your second Huang!"

"That’s unnecessary, stand up."

"Yes."

"I believe you are a clever person," Zhou Leng said.

"Rest assured, whatever requests you have, I will execute them with two hundred percent commitment."