The Sky Rat Race.
Less than half an hour after Sky Dog Wu Yan left, word that the Nine-Colored Altar had vanished spread through the Sky Rat Race, shaking the entire race. Everyone, from Ordinary Disciples to clan elders, stared in astonishment.
The Nine-Colored Altar had stood in the Place of Sacrifice for years. How could it have suddenly disappeared?
"Where's the Nine-Colored Altar?"
"Where did that huge altar go?"
One of the Sky Rat Race's elders grabbed the two disciples who had been guarding the Nine-Colored Altar and roared at them, as if he wanted to tear the two rats limb from limb.
"Elder, we don't know either!"
The two disciples were baffled. The altar had clearly been sitting on the altar platform, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
They hadn't left the place at all, yet they hadn't noticed how the Nine-Colored Altar had disappeared.
The elder walked tremblingly onto the altar platform and saw a Low-grade Spirit Stone where the Nine-Colored Altar had once stood.
Picking up the Low-grade Spirit Stone, the elder furrowed his brow. Why was there a low-grade spirit stone here?
"Elder, why would something so low-grade be here?" The disciples around the altar platform stared at the Low-grade Spirit Stone in the elder's hand, all of them deeply confused.
The Sky Rat Race might be weak, but not so weak that it needed to use Low-grade Spirit Stones as currency. There might not be another one in the entire race.
"Could someone have bought the Nine-Colored Altar with this Low-grade Spirit Stone?" one disciple guessed.
The moment he said it, he drew countless eye rolls.
The people around him looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"I'm just guessing. This Low-grade Spirit Stone was left here. Maybe