As one netizen humorously remarked, their comnt receiving countless likes: So you guys are escaping to Earth to play gas while others are struggling to survive?
Behind the teasing, players were dissatisfied with the Destiny Clan’s behavior of cutting in line to seize qualifications.
They felt their interests were being hard.
However, what the netizens didn’t know was that the Destiny Clan’s desire for qualifications was far more intense than they imagined.
At this mont, within Destiny City.
A brand new altar had been built at the city’s center.
Over thirty thousand mbers of the Destiny Clan pressed one hand to their foreheads, kneeling on one knee around the altar, with an expression of reverence.
Thirteen priests, who had followed the Life Throat to Earth, stood at three levels of the altar, each holding a Destiny Compass brought from their Hotown World.
Standing at the top of the altar, the Life Throat slowly unfolded the "Destiny" scroll he had brought along.
On what seed like a parchnt scroll, silver spells began to flow and appear imdiately.
As he recited the first syllable, seven priests on the altar’s lowest tier simultaneously cut their wrists, silver blood flowing along the ritual pattern grooves, gradually outlining a symbol of destiny.
"Please, God, look upon us..."
As the Life Throat recited, the Destiny Clan mbers present continually bowed their heads in worship.
This was the ancient "Destiny Sacrifice" ceremony of the Destiny Clan, but at this mont it was not a plea for destiny’s gaze, rather, for a higher tier of high-dinsional God: Emperor Zhao.
All the kneeling tribe mbers moved their lips, repeating the prayer after the Life Throat.
Their voices were faint yet firm, as if each syllable spoken exhausted their entire strength.
The more than thirty thousand mbers of the Destiny Clan encircling the altar gradually bowed more forcefully, the dull sound of their foreheads hitting the ground rging into one, like knocking on the doors of destiny.
Their eyes were fixed on the top of the altar, where a mass of scarlet fla, an imitation of a Monster World icon crafted by the Life Master, burned with an almost fiery longing in their eyes.
Player qualification, in the eyes of the Earth Alliance’s various races, was a ticket to the virtual world, a chance to enjoy otherworldly adventures.
But to them, it was a boon bestowed by the God, Emperor Zhao.
It was the key that allowed them to ascend the heavenly ladder to godhood, even if they had to exchange their current life for a qualification, it was worth it.
Perhaps this sacrificial prayer was aningless, Emperor Zhao might not care at all, nor respond.
But as long as there was a glimr of hope, they wished to grasp it firmly.
This was their prayer to Emperor Zhao, as well as their gratitude to Emperor Zhao for tacitly allowing them to join the Earth Alliance.
At this mont, the two priests standing high up suddenly raised the Destiny Compass and pressed it firmly into the groove at the edge of the altar.
Imdiately the compass shattered, turning into countless silver dust that rged into the altar, and the scarlet fla burned fiercely.
"Offer the sacrifice!" the Life Throat raised the Destiny scroll, shouting loudly.
As his words fell, the mbers of the Destiny Clan in the front row presented various objects forward.
The first to be cast into the flas was a fist-sized piece of Star Marrow, a precious material they had mined from Monster World, shimring with a colorful halo in the sunlight, capable of nourishing consciousness and enhancing spiritual power.
The mont the Star Marrow touched the scarlet fla, it transford into a brilliant stream of light, swallowed by the fire, which jumped a zhang high, with tiny starlike fragnts appearing in the heart of the flas.
Then, a dozen mbers of the clan solemnly carried forth a piece of Dragon Pattern Spirit Wood. The patterns swirling on the wood seed to writhe like living creatures; it was the Root of Life, which can make the dead wood bloom, a precious material they won in equivalent exchange.
Due to its rarity, they did not choose to convert it into the Power of Destiny.
The mont the Spirit Wood was thrust into the flas, it made a "crackle" sound, nurous green light spots seeped out from the wood, consud by the flas, rging into the fla’s body, edging the scarlet fire with a ring of erald light.
Next, more mbers of the Destiny Clan, reverently carried forward Destiny Crystal Stones from their Hotown World.
An elder with white hair tremblingly placed the Destiny Crystal Stone into the fire.
As he watched the phantom within the crystal vanish in the flas, his cloudy eyes held no hint of reluctance, instead brimming with a fervent devotion.
Subsequently, more and more offerings were thrown into the flas.
Silver Frost condensed by a century’s worth of moonlight, Heavenly Wolf Mysterious Iron, Spiritual Pearls nurtured with the body’s vital blood by the Destiny Clan mbers... each was a treasure in the eyes of Destiny Clan mbers, yet now offered up relentlessly like common firewood into the flas.
The fire burned brighter and brighter, its scarlet glow staining the sky over Destiny City.
With one knee on the ground below the altar, the 30,000 clan mbers watched the increasingly ferocious flas, their kowtowing more fervent.
These offerings were their last remaining assets brought to Earth.
Yet if they could obtain player qualification in exchange, even sacrificing their lives would be a sweet bargain.
In front of the ascending heavenly path, all spiritual materials and treasures are nothing but stepping stones.
What the Destiny Clan didn’t know was that the energy generated after the sacrifices was continuously sent into the Sacrificial Pool beneath Imperial Tomb Village.
Then, transford by the superdinsional "All Things Extraction" ability, into pure sacrificial power.
Qi Sheng was already aware of the Destiny Clan’s actions.
But he neither responded nor planned to give any feedback.
...
On the other side, the grand sacrifice to the gods ceremony had concluded.
The Life Throat looked at the clan mbers still kneeling on one knee below and said solemnly:
"There are 8 hours left before the qualification officially opens, all clan mbers are to follow the Earth Alliance’s traditional deity offering etiquette, bathe and change clothes, burn incense to purify, and prepare with a pure body."
Upon hearing, the clan mbers rose, dispersing orderly around the city.
Young warriors shed their battle armor before open-air baths, letting moonlight and clear water cleanse the non-existent dust off their bodies.
The priests lit sandalwood purchased in advance from other races within the Earth Alliance around the city.
ditative smoke curled up among the buildings, and the mbers of the Destiny Clan ticulously tidied their silver robes.
At this mont, the Life Throat stood at the peak of the Destiny Tower, watching the city lights gradually illuminate.
Beneath each lamp was a figure preparing for the possible forthcoming blessing.
Next, they would await, in the most devout posture, the possible arrival of the high-dinsional God’s grace.
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