Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 203 Moment of True Descent (Part 1)

Chapter 203: Chapter 203 Moment of True Descent (Part 1)

Speaking of which, the silver-haired half-elf girl giggled foolishly. But in Lorna’s eyes, that smile seemed to carry a hint of regret.

"I want to ride those creatures that only exist in fantasy, soaring freely under that blue sky...uh, you might not have seen it, but the sky outside doesn’t have that layer of grey fog."

Suddenly remembering the perpetually foggy sky of the island, the half-elf girl spread her arms wide, earnestly drawing a large circle, as if trying to show Lorna the fogless blue sky.

"The sky is an exceptionally pure blue, adorned with soft, snow-white clouds. When you touch them with your hand, they wrap around your fingers coolly, just like cotton candy."

"So, I want to fly up there, above that expanse of the heavens, feeling the cool breeze brushing against my cheeks, leaving the birds that fly past far behind.

The earth shrinks beneath you, those buildings that look magnificent from the ground, if viewed from the sky, are just insignificant little dots.

If you keep flying higher, even the surrounding blue will fade away.

Dusk will envelop your sides, moonlight will light your path forward, until you stand among the shining stars, and the distant moon also becomes incredibly huge, almost within reach—"

As she narrated, a certain light seemed to sparkle in the girl’s eyes.

Perhaps it was the light of the campfire?

Lorna thought, but the light dazzled her vision slightly.

"So, what is Lorna’s dream?"

After leisurely sharing her own dream, the silver-haired half-elf player suddenly shifted the topic, turning towards the girl sitting by the window in a dark Gothic Lolita dress, her gaze filled with curiosity and anticipation.

For some reason, she just felt like revealing dreams before dying seemed quite fitting.

"My... dream?"

The doll-like little black-haired girl was momentarily stunned, hesitating instinctively.

But upon seeing ’the dying’ Xia Ye Yinghuo, she made up her mind.

"My dream, probably to see the world beyond this island..."

........

The island, beneath the mountains, a hidden vast underground cavern.

The damp rock walls around were glowing with a dim green phosphorescence, and at the moment, the central clearing was already filled with worshippers in tattered robes belonging to the Alien God Sect.

"The time, has come."

The Great Sacrificial Priest, draped in a complex sacrificial robe glowing with purple moonlight, still holding the strange scepter embedded with Black Stone, stood high atop the pitch-black altar, his hoarse voice declaring calmly yet oddly.

In the spacious cave below the altar, the worshippers of the Alien God Sect maintained a silently reverent atmosphere, as if silently heeding the teachings of the Great Sacrificial Priest.

Gazing down at these worshippers, assimilated by the ’Divine’ power, a zealot spark briefly flared in the dark purple pupils of the Great Sacrificial Priest. However, it was accompanied by a calmness starkly different from other believers of the Alien God Sect.

Originally, he was not a priest but an Eighth Rank Mage and Seeker of Gods.

Based on fragments of a forbidden secret text on a stone tablet, he learned about the whereabouts of the ’Old Gods’ and the island that harbored the true embodiments of the Old Gods.

Thus, he expended tremendous resources and racked his brains to find this island enveloped in the power of the Old Gods, and he discovered the remnants of the ancient Alien God Sect upon it.

Yes, the remains—

Their spirits had already weathered away in the endless, long years, and now, they move solely by the power of the divine, akin to walking corpses, following the specific trajectories of their lives.

Rather than calling it life, it would be more accurate to describe it as an abnormal phenomenon.

Having realized this essence, he employed a forbidden ritual to communicate with the Old Gods.

In exchange for promising to guide back the Old Gods from the fissures of the Dream Realm to the present world, he was granted the power of the Old Gods and the identity of the Great Sacrificial Rite of the Moon Calling Secret Sect.

The divine generously bestowed these ’abnormal phenomena’ upon him, making him the leader of this group of ’special phenomena.’

In other words, they were linked as one.

The Great Sacrificial Rite could control the body of any Alien God believer at will, just as he would control his own body, and he could also share perspectives with any Alien God believer.

Within the Moon Shadow Seal, what is sealed is the shadow of the primordial moon.

’At the moment of awakening, it tore off its shadow and rose as the moon, and thus the moon in the dream has no shadow—’

This brief description is precisely the epitaph on the stone tablet about the power incarnation of the primordial moon, Rai.

It placed all concepts of discord into its shadow, tore it off, sealed it on the earth, and thereby ascended as the Purple Moon in the Dream Realm.

For this reason, the Purple Moon in the Dream Realm is always full, never waxing or waning.

After spending hundreds of years, the Great Sacrificial Rite gradually transformed the underground terrain of the island, arranged Ritual Arrays, and prepared to use them as a temporal and spatial beacon to guide the Old Gods back to the present world.

However, at this crucial moment when time was about to arrive, due to the bizarre sudden disappearance of the Moon Shadow Seal, the ritual, which originally had it as a critical base point, immediately experienced a huge Magic Power imbalance.

It was like going for a sunbath, prepared for everything, choosing a day absolutely impossible to have clouds, but then, surprisingly the least likely missing sun just vanished.

In the ritual, the power symbolizing darkness, the Moon Shadow, suddenly disappeared, while the power of Rai, representing light, grew rapidly and spread, nearly eroding the arrangements of the ritual he had prepared for nearly a thousand years.

At the critical moment, he swiftly leveraged the huge Secret Ceremony Array group beneath the island, channeled some of the accumulated free Moon Shadow power into the altar over the millennia, and used it as the core node to suppress the entire Secret Magic Ceremony.

Therefore, at this moment, the Great Sacrificial Rite, who should have been in the city of gods attempting to awaken the long-sleeping divine, had to take the lead himself, serving as the core of power adjustment, resolving the power of Rai, and overseeing the normal operation of the entire ceremony.

This method couldn’t last long, but fortunately, the time had arrived.

"The Moon Shadow lingers over the land thrashed by sea waves, and thus, the real steps draw near."

Raising the Black Stone Scepter aloft, the Great Sacrificial Rite faced the countless ragged believers below, officially starting the proclamation of the ritual prayer.

As he recited, a dense, dark green phosphorescence surged up from below his feet, following the sacred patterns on the altar, extending towards the entire cavern.

Near the foot of the massive black altar, three purple, smaller altars are set up, each with a humanoid figure lying unconscious.

A young Bishop in the black robe of the Church Court, an unknown brown-haired Traveling Swordsman, and a Guard wearing a Frost Crystal Bird pendant.

Although they appear different, they each emit the Magic Power fluctuations of the Eighth Rank!

As the ceremony proceeded, the dark green phosphorescence followed the patterns, connecting to the surfaces of the three altars, causing them to emit a faint violet radiance akin to moonlight.