The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 270

The whole altar trembled. All the statues began to awaken. Their eyes opened, and they shook off the dust that covered them. They roared deeply, one by one tightening the chains, pulling steps out from the altar.

The sight was awe-inspiring. The hundred-meter-tall statues were like resurrected titans, each movement carrying the force of destruction, spreading a terrifying pressure.

Alavin, Cedrick, Mariela, and Eyla quickened their pace, heading for the top of the stairs.

As the eighteen statues tightened their grip on the altar and eighteen steps were pulled away, the altar began to shake violently. The top sank down and emitted a fierce beam of light that surged like a waterfall into the sky. The column of light was a kaleidoscope of colors, casting an endless, dazzling brilliance over the entire space.

"Intruders, face the judgment!" The Eighteen Souls shouted in unison, their voices thundering through the cavern, causing the blood of the four to churn, their expressions pained.

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"How shall we be judged?" Eyla barely got the words out before the surging tide of light split into four, falling from the sky like meteors, crashing towards the four of them.

If all failed the judgment, all four would be destroyed.

Thunderous rumbling engulfed them as a blinding light flooded the area, striking the altar and sending violent tremors through the ground.

"Ah!!"

Alavin and his companions were overwhelmed by the endless bright light, screaming in agony as if they had suddenly plunged into an infinite starry sky. Their consciousness and bodies spun out of control, surrounded by streaking stars, as if they had fallen into a vast vortex being devoured by terrifying darkness, or as if thousands of sharp blades were piercing their bodies, threatening to shatter them completely.

Eighteen Souls tightened their grip on the chains, their eyes blazing with fierce light as they wielded the Judgment Light upon the four.

Alavin's life, from birth to the present, everything he had experienced, whether remembered or forgotten, was now being deeply excavated and laid bare before Eighteen Souls. It was as if each of the Sovereign Spirits had merged into Alavin's life, accompanying him as he re-lived those sixteen years.

Cedrick, Mariela, Eyla—they too were being judged, completely exposing themselves to the Eighteen Souls. It felt as if a long time had passed, and yet it was over in an instant.

"Fail!"

"Fail!"

Eighteen Souls pronounced the verdict on Mariela and Cedrick—decisive, authoritative, and cold. The roaring light pinned them to the altar like a cage, ready to destroy them at any moment. They both lost consciousness, sinking into an endless abyss, falling deeper and deeper, unable to control their own bodies any longer.

"I accept Eyla!" one of the Sovereign Spirits began to judge Eyla.

"Impossible! The Golden Blood will not allow itself to merge with a woman's body."

"How dare you! Are you looking for a fight?"

"I reject her! Her murderous nature is too severe. She could bring calamity and chaos."

"I accept! A rare bloodline, ruthless in killing, she is worthy of the Kings' Acceptance."

"I reject! No reason needed!"

"I reject! Although her talents are strong, her temperament is unstable. She does not reach the level that I can accept."

...

Eighteen Souls, six in favor, twelve against—the final verdict, fail!

It was Alavin's turn, and the Eighteen Souls fell into a brief silence. One king judged decisively. "I reject! His parents suffered for our cause, and he harbors hatred in his heart."

Another concurred, "I reject! This boy's killing nature is even heavier, cold, and heartless."

"I accept! He has a clear understanding of love and hate, and is decisive in killing. I am willing to pass on my power to him."

"Resolute willpower. Exceptional constitution. I, accept!"

"Complicated identity, numerous secrets, with boundless ambition. If we pass on the Golden Blood to him, it may lead to chaos and bloodshed. I reject!"

"We have slept for millennia, preserved for eons, all to find a worthy successor. This child is not perfect, but he is not lacking. His childhood was tragic, yet he never lost his conscience, nor was he swayed by hatred. I... accept."

"I accept! I admire him!"

"He's right. We owe him an answer. I accept."

"We owe many. I reject!"

"We only need to consider if he has the qualifications to accept the benediction, and if he has the capability to restore the glory of the eternal legacy. I acknowledge him. I accept."

"He lacks the ability to protect the Golden Blood! I, reject."

"I accept! He is beginning his era. Why not assist him?"

"Transformation begins. I am willing to aid him!"

"Millennia of sleep... at last, a successor arrives. I do not wish to slumber again. I... accept..."

Eighteen Souls, ten in favor, eight against—the final resolution—pass!

Once passed, there was no need for further debate. The kings had to carry out the judgment resolution.

"The trial is over. The inheritance begins!" Eighteen Souls collectively roared. With the decision made, there was no need to hold back.