Hell Secret Poison would continuously grow one's Void Wings. Once all four wings were complete, it would immediately trigger the demigod ascension Ritual. No matter where you were, Hell would descend right on your head!
After witnessing Rajesh's ascension, not a single arcanist dared guarantee they could survive the Ritual—not even Vishy. Hell falling, Four-Winged Balancing, creating a Divine Spirit, and having to deal with attacks from demigod Ghouls—if you compared it to an exam, then the demigod ascension Ritual was a hellish test where you had to solve questions beyond the syllabus within a time limit while juggling balls, and once you actually solved them, all your classmates would swarm over and tear your paper to shreds!
In the past, Ash and the others had thought the refusal to publicize the method of demigod ascension was a deliberate means by which the Divine Lords suppressed Legendary Arcanists. But after learning the truth, they realized the reason behind the monopoly on ascension channels was heartwarming. Young people should just obediently stay in the mortal world and work; compare contributions, compare until your realm rose higher and higher, and the moment you wanted to break through the class barrier, the vested interests really would rush down and snatch away your results.
Theoretically, unless a Miracle truly appeared, Ash and the others should now be asking Mr. Harvey to choose Corpse Spot patterns for them.
But in the Spellcaster World, Miracles were a resource that could be sold.
"Igula, Mr. Harvey," Vishy said with a smile. "Since you temporarily teamed up with the Demons from the other teams, they should have tried to recruit you afterward, right?" "They did." Igula admitted it cleanly. "Yinzhi told me that if I didn't want to die in the demigod ascension Ritual, she was the only