"They actually did it..."
Within Jinshui Manor, the immense, uncanny power surged into reality like a raging waterfall, fundamentally changing the city's state of existence.
The master of Jinshui Manor, the elder with the greatest authority and longest lineage among the Golden Cell, had already leapt to his feet. Everything before his eyes had blurred because of that Spell.
In his eyes, Xu Ji, standing at the center of that frenzied spiritual field, seemed to overlap with their distant ancestor.
"Who are you..."
He even cried out unconsciously, "Who exactly are you...?"
To activate the Consciousness God Country directly through his own bloodline alone filled him with both joy and terror, delight and pain.
The Golden Cell's Consciousness God Country was their private army, the most powerful weapon belonging solely to the descendants of the Golden Great Knight. Yet as members of the Golden Cell, they had spent all this time maintaining those weapons without reciting this activation Spell for a very long time.
If Xu Ji's earlier recitation of "All Are Thrones" in the ranks had proved his bloodline pure, then activating the Consciousness God Country now proved he was qualified.
In theory, Linyuan City no longer needed to conduct any screening or hold the inheritance ceremony.
This Spell meant the young man before them was qualified. He was the inheritor of the sacred relic.
Every one of the Twelve Races actually faced a problem that was deeply awkward but all too real: they were descendants of Knights, yet the authority left behind by those Knights was slipping from their grasp.
They were gradually losing control of the authority their ancestors had left behind, and they were also losing their ability to rein in the World Guardian Organization, which had been established with the Twelve Races' support.
The reason