[Ding! You have obtained the Dao seed of Toughness]
[Ding! You have leveled up!]
[Ding! You have leveled up!]
[Ding! You have leveled up!]
All eyes were on Liam, a mere human who had now accomplished a seemingly impossible feat. Three Dao seeds in such rapid succession; it was an unprecedented event.
The elves, with all their lifetimes of experience, were overshadowed by a human in a few brief moments. None of them could believe what they were seeing.
Therion, his jaw clenched so hard it might break, looked on with eyes filled with rage and disbelief. How could this be possible?
But the evidence was right before him. The glow around Liam and the evident power emanating from him was undeniable. He was gaining more levels, becoming stronger, right in front of their eyes!
Even when many of them had grumbled, complained and voiced their anger before, they never seriously considered the human being a threat.
At the bottom of their heart, they always thought that it would be one of them to go home with the inheritance, become someone the Emperor respected.
But now… the elves no longer had any words left. They were far too shocked by what was happening.
And they were not from some trash grade wasteland. They were from a B-Rank world, from a world that was ranked above millions of trash worlds.
However, none of them had ever seen anything before or even heard of. Even their histories did not record an event .
In front of this human being, the elven royals who were hailed to be the most talented in the entirety of their Empire, would not even qualify to be footnotes.
The elven crown prince touted to be the genius that the world hadn't seen in centuries was nothing when compared to him.
Even the elven ancestor became silent. The deafening silence filled the space with only the rhythmic hammering sounds echoing from the monolith.
And Liam alone was focused on this monolith. Not to mention, the aura around him was once again starting to change.
"Impossible!" This time it was the elven ancestor's voice that boomed loudly.
The next second, suddenly the monolith started trembling and then it completely disappeared.
The elves gasped in shock, only to find themselves abruptly kicked out of the trial space without any explanation. They found themselves back in the mystic realm, standing in front of the shrine.
However, nothing had changed. None of them had gained anything. The elves started looking around in a panic and to their dismay, the human being was nowhere to be found.
Realization immediately dawned on them. All this time they had been asking their ancestor to kick out the human being from the inheritance but now they have been kicked out!
The human being had not only overshadowed them, but he had, in a sense, hijacked the very trial that was supposed to be their birthright.
Therion, trembling with fury and humiliation, tried to regain some semblance of control. "He's stolen our inheritance! This is an act of war! We cannot let this stand! That human being has to be destroyed! His entire world has to pay for his sins!"
As the elf turned around, his face further paled.
The crown prince! The first prince! The third prince! Every single one of the royal family members was standing right behind them!
All the elves immediately started sweating profusely. Their orders had clearly been to not disturb anything and wait for the higher ups to arrive.
But they had done the exact opposite. They had not only triggered the trial, they had also allowed the human being to enter inside and now they had also gotten themselves kicked out.
Therion's arrogance immediately vanished and the leader of the royal guards humbly bowed in front of the royal family. He then started explaining everything that happened in detail.
The elf was completely soaked in sweat from top to bottom as he inwardly trembled but he had no other choice. He had to tell the truth. Otherwise, the consequences would be even more dire.
Of course, he did not forget to put the blame on the famous wastrel Eldrin Silverthorn, bringing the whole Silverthorn family into this as he painted them to be a traitorous family in cahoots with another world.
However, to his disappointment, no one seemed to care about that too much. In his haste, Therion realized that he had forgotten something important.
He looked around to see that the wastrel was also missing!
He was sure that all the elves had been kicked out which meant that the wastrel had fled the moment they arrived outside. He had somehow escaped!
"That bastard!" Therion clenched his fists in anger, muttering under his breath.
Making him even more nervous, all the other elves stared at him. Everyone's eyes were on him as if he was the main culprit of whatever went down here.
The elven crown prince finally broke the silence and stepped forward. "Move." The next second all the elves scattered away. A sword materialized in the hands of the prince as he slashed down at the shrine without any warning.
The shrine, an ancient structure that stood the test of time and housed the inheritance for centuries, was sliced clean in half by the prince's sword. An immense wave of energy surged out from the rift created by his sword, causing the very fabric of space around to tremble.
However, the trial grounds were not revealed.
Grunting in annoyance, the prince once again sent out another slash, this time with elements of wind and ice rippling along with it, creating three distinct sword beams. The beams converged on the ruins of the shrine, unleashing an even greater force that threatened to tear apart everything.
However, it was useless. The trial grounds still remained closed. It looked like forcing their way into the space would be impossible.
But the crown prince narrowed his eyes in determination. Unwilling to let this go, he continued to slam down at the spot with everything he had.