Chapter 537: Ascending to the Seventh Floor
The energy over the pyramid had reached a crescendo. Great Silver and Fiend King chanted into the sky, the darkness above them roiling in huge waves, powerful Daos surging. The hiding enchantment had long been broken. If any disciples had remained outside the pyramid, they would easily be able to see what was happening at this point—and they’d probably run far away.
In fact, the energy undulations were so massive that the entire Dark Canal was upset. All the various Elders and native monsters ran away from the Hall of Trials. The ocean surged with angry waves which devoured entire islands. Strong breezes sliced through the Canal, killing anything in their path, while the Elders were in panic—they had no idea what was going on, but only fools would approach at this point. Even the strongest native monsters steered clear.
It was natural. This ritual used the cumulative energy of over twelve previous Overlords, as well as two living ones, to forcefully override the defense mechanisms established by three Old Gods working together. The clash of energy was nothing short of mythical.
The only place spared from the uproar was the interior of the Hall of Trials, where the disciples had no clue anything was happening.
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The silver stele flickered. Its surface rippled like water, letting two people step through—Jack and Brock, each carrying an aura of victory. The two glanced at each other on the way out.
“Sup, bro,” Brock said.
“Hey Brock. Had fun?”
“Yeah.”