The chieftains of the Zi‑Li, Pearl‑Hill, Yan‑Dragon, Summer‑Terrace, and other Creator clans all stepped forward, practically crawling over the Supreme Emperor Seal to inspect it, and examined the Supreme Emperor Altar with painstaking detail.
After a long while, the clan chiefs finally straightened up, exchanged glances, and began whispering among themselves.
"Has the third prophecy of the ancestors really come true?"
"But this kid doesn't look much like a Creator—he's even got an Adam's apple, more like one of those adult evildoers."
"His face looks just like the Qin traitor!"
"Now that you mention it, the Saint Baby really does resemble the Qin traitor—the more you look, the more alike they seem..."
"But he has the Authority Seal, and the Altar, and the Primal Stone in his brow. The Qin traitor couldn't possibly be that sly, could he? Even if he was, there's no way he could get his hands on the Authority Seal or the Altar, and as for the Primal Stone—that's even less likely."
"The Qin traitor is cunning—we can't let our guard down. Back then, who would've thought One Sword Land was that enormous?"
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Inside the Primal Stone, Shu Jun grew anxious and couldn't help but remind the clan chiefs: "He wasn't born holding the Authority Seal, nor was he born on the Altar. The Supreme Emperor Seal and Supreme Emperor Altar were gifts from others! The Taichu Primal Stone—he stole that from me! Hey, use your heads!"
After a round of discussion, the white-haired chieftain of the Summer-Terrace clan said, "The Saint Baby’s identity is too important—we must verify it, or risk letting the Qin traitor’s spy slip in. If we just accept him as the Saint Baby, won’t the Qin traitor laugh at us behind our backs?"
Shaw Chung nodded gravely. "The Saint Baby’s arrival is a grave matter—we must be extremely careful. I can’t be sure he’s truly the Saint Baby, so I invited you all here. What ways do you have to test him?"
"Anything else can be faked, but not the soul!"
Can-Lady of the Zi-Li clan said, "Our clan's sacred treasure is the Seven-Soul Grass, a holy object visualized over millions of years. It can devour souls—and also identify them. Last time we used it against the big-headed monster baby from the Greenwood Keane family, he chewed up most of it, but there's still some root and stem left."
She carefully took out a stalk of grass—purple roots and stems, the root system much larger than the sparse blades, looking almost like clusters of purple sweet potatoes. Bite marks were visible all over the roots and stems, and it had clearly been gnawed quite badly.
The Seven-Soul Grass was visualized and created by Zi-Li clan Creators over countless ages—a powerful holy object, specializing in devouring souls. But when it met Fenix Greenwood Keane, it suffered a major defeat.
Back then, Fenix Greenwood Keane rampaged out of Carefree Haven, slaughtering Creators. Can-Lady and her clan tried to ambush him with the Seven-Soul Grass, but he just hugged it and chewed away at it.
Can-Lady and her clansmen hurried to retrieve the Seven-Soul Grass, but most of it had already been chewed up by Fenix Greenwood Keane—mainly because it didn't taste very good.
Ever since they got the Seven-Soul Grass back, it's been listless and droopy, never recovering its full strength—even after clan sacrifices.
Fortunately, this time it's only needed to identify Quinn Shepherd's soul age—a minor task for the Seven-Soul Grass.