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A series of warning sounds left Small Knife somewhat bewildered.
What? What’s going on?
However, he took a deep breath without any choice but to adapt.
It’s like life is like a forced event, you have no choice but to enjoy it.
Small Knife left, and the light pillar from the Totem Pole transported Small Knife from the underground crack to his destination before gradually dimming and disappearing.
Subsequently, the cracked ground, as if under an invisible force, began to heal, rapidly closing up.
Suddenly, an elder stretched out his hand and threw an item directly into the crack.
Instantly, the ground trembled slightly, and the crack closed as if it never existed.
Even so, the Grand Elder and other elders’ expressions changed dramatically.
Inside there lies a place beyond the system’s control.
They didn’t know what was thrown in, nor could they intervene, but they understood the consequences of doing so, and hence, they knew this thing was definitely not simple.
"You!" the Grand Elder looked over in disbelief.
How could it be possible, for within the domain range, under system surveillance, it was impossible for there to be a traitor.
The elder’s expression remained calm, and he said indifferently, "Do you remember those beta testers? Their inheritance contribution was used on me, so I can only follow my master’s commands."
Upon seeing this, the Grand Elder was stunned and understood.
With a bitter smile, he said, "So that’s it, those beta testers from the past already failed what they failed, missed what they missed, and couldn’t obtain the spiritual object that can cultivate a Spirit Root, but they never gave up, huh."
"Exactly, a Spirit Root, the chance of Transcendence, who could pass that up."
"Grand Elder!" the other elders spoke.
"Forget it, it didn’t violate the core rules, and since the system won’t punish it, it’s behavior within the rules, so what right do we have to interfere, let’s just perform our duties as NPCs."
"Besides, Small Knife himself was never meant to complete this impossible task, otherwise the task wouldn’t have been waiting until now, and no outcome would change."
The other elders nodded in agreement, no longer saying much.
"Farewell, old friends."
The elder who had acted began to become incorporeal, turning into points of light, and dissipating, eventually being absorbed into the Totem Pole.
Everything done beyond the bounds incurs a price.
When violating, yet aligning with master’s orders, within the system’s network range, this is the only outcome.
Of course, his master would also face corresponding punishment.
Inheritance contribution allows one to do some outlandish things but still has to bear the consequences.
And all of this is to gain the chance of obtaining a Spirit Root.
Simultaneously, in the East Martial District, within the Jiuxi Clan, a famously dominant Martial Artist Clan in Jiuxi City, the undisputed overlord of this city.
At this moment, exclamations echoed from the ancestral shrine.
For the Spiritual Tablet unexpectedly emitted light, leaving the sweeping young servant dumbfounded.
"Ancestral command!" an aged voice arose out of nowhere, filled with unmistakable excitement.
"It’s manifested, quickly notify the Nine Heavens Guild," another voice followed.
Rumor has it, the Jiuxi Clan harbors three Innate Powerhouses, with the clan’s foundation capable of fighting Immortal Masters.
However, the Jiuxi Clan remains low-profile, typically revealing only one Innate Powerhouse to outsiders, who don’t know the reason.
In reality, because the other two are stationed in this ancestral shrine.
All of this due to the ancestral command.
Two elders appeared from nowhere beside the glowing Spirit Stele, their eyes complicated yet slightly relieved.
This command felt like a weight upon their hearts, which could finally be lifted today.
They stared at the Spirit Stele as its luster began to dim, their expressions immediately changing.
Indeed, over these years, the Energy from the Spirit Stones was already insufficient.
One of the elders laughed bitterly, stepping forward, only to be stopped by the other.
"I have less lifespan than you, I’ll do it, take care of my lineage," he said, then without waiting for a response, stepped forward, pressing his hand on the Spirit Stele.
Despite his white hair, his complexion was rosy without a wrinkle, like a baby, yet he rapidly aged, as if all Life essence was being drawn out.
Soon his body turned into a mummified corpse, and without a touch, crumbled into dust.
Paying this price, the light from the Spirit Stele finally stabilized and gradually spread, forming a halo.
At this moment, the other elder was already tearful.
Muttering, "A Mid-grade Spirit Stone, if only we had one, you wouldn’t have needed to sacrifice yourself entirely by Divine Soul!"
Over the years, the Jiuxi Clan exhausted all efforts but could only purchase Lower Grade ones, unable to buy or exchange for a single Mid-grade Spirit Stone, such is the lament of mortals.
Soon, a group hurriedly arrived.
The president of the Nine Heavens Guild and the three vice presidents all came.
Looking at the halo, one after another, they were greatly excited.
Their Nine Heavens Guild is a guild formed by closed beta players and currently one of the Four Major Forces in the Second World.
In reality, their families control a nation, bringing together a large number of closed beta players.
But relying on this alone was not enough to become one of the Second World’s Four Major Forces; the reason they could do so was due to the unending support from the Jiuxi Clan.