Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

[Grass Sprite Staff, Tier 4, crafted using the bodies of many Tier 3 Vine Sprites, employing a unique technique of the Grass Sprite race.]

[The holder can summon several grass spirits to assist in the battle, and can control the grass within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to launch attacks.]

"Lan Yin Chan...cough cough..."

Looking at the effects, Lin Xiao almost blurted out a skill name.

"Elder, what do you mean by showing me this item...?"

"Xiao... I have a request. I hope you can protect Sheng. In return, this fourth-tier Grass Sprite Staff is yours!"

Upon hearing the Grand Elder's sudden words, Sheng looked at her Grand Elder grandfather in disbelief.

"Grandpa Elder! Why?"

The elder affectionately patted Sheng's hair, then looked at Lin Xiao and said, "The two fourth-tier vine spirits have already noticed my body's recovery."

"Moreover, because of what happened last night, they mistakenly believe that we already have two Tier 4s."

As the elder spoke, he glanced at Lin Xiao.

"Do they mistake me for a fourth-tier member of your Grass Spirit clan?"

The elder nodded, but there was no blame on Lin Xiao's face; it was just an accident.

"Grandpa Elder! Don't you have the ability to transfer other people's cultivation levels to them? I am the successor to the Grand Elder, please transfer it to me!"

"Furthermore... Grand Elder, although your vital signs have recovered, there are still those hidden injuries in your body..."

Before Sheng could finish speaking, the Grand Elder reached out and stopped her.

"Sheng, I know my own physical condition. Besides, our Grass Spirit Clan has been barely surviving here for hundreds of thousands of years. Of the original billions of our clan members, only a little over two thousand remained after we came to this place!"

Upon hearing the Elder's words, Lin Xiao's pupils contracted. This was the first time he had heard the Elder speak of the history of the Grass Spirit Clan.

"Sigh... Oh well..."

The elder stroked his beard, took a deep breath, and slowly began to speak.

"Sheng, listen carefully and remember the history of our Grass Spirit Clan."

"We, the Grass Spirit Clan, have always lived in the Grass Spirit Realm, where there are no enemies, and no such mist!"

But one day, everything changed!

"Our billions of members in the Grass Spirit Realm have all been pulled into this misty world by the power of our race, and we are being called Survivors!"

Sheng listened in disbelief as the Grand Elder recounted the secrets, while Lin Xiao listened attentively to the origins of the Misty World.

"Then...Grandpa Elder! What about the god we worship?"

"..."

The elder was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked up at the green sun in the sky.

Sheng followed the elder's expression and his eyes widened immediately. He had already guessed what the elder was going to say.

"Grandpa Elder..."

Before Sheng could finish speaking, the Grand Elder nodded, already guessing what Sheng meant.

Sheng took several steps back in shock, as if he couldn't believe the history of the Grass Spirit Clan.

"Does the other clansmen know about the First Elder?"

The elder shook his head.

"This message has been passed down from generation to generation by each Grand Elder."

"Then there can't be any mistake..."

Sheng stopped halfway through his sentence. With his fourth-level memory, he could quickly recall the location of a mole on the face of someone he had just passed by tens of thousands of years ago, let alone something so important.

"Xiao, if I'm not mistaken... you must be a survivor from another race, right?"

Lin Xiao nodded. Since the Grand Elder had already figured it out, there was no need to continue hiding it.

"Sure enough, I had some suspicions the moment you entered our village. It seems the Misty World is up to its old tricks again..."

"Elder, what do you know about the Misty World?"

The elder shook his head.

"My understanding of the Misty World is only superficial. What I just heard was told to me by the previous Grand Elder."

"but……"

The elder hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say.

"However... Xiao, there are basically no survivors left in our Grass Spirit clan. This place... is where all of our Grass Spirit clan members are."

"Because we were all born in the Misty World, and creatures born from the Misty World do not awaken talents, but..."

As the elder spoke, he touched Sheng's hair.

"But Sheng awakened his talent, right?"

Lin Xiao took over the conversation, and the Grand Elder nodded in agreement.

"However, we don't know what Sheng's awakened talent is, or even whether it's good or bad."

"But there was a feeling that made us realize that Sheng had awakened his talent."

Lin Xiao glanced at Sheng and found that she also looked puzzled. The information that Sheng had given him was an F-level talent, Source Crystal Perception.

Such a talent is absolutely worthless among survivors.

In fact, Lin Xiao had already tried to deconstruct herself during her safe period, but the hints she received at the time were...

"Deconstructing Humanity, Lin Xiao. Estimated deconstruction time: 10000 years. Proceed with the deconstruction?"

Lin Xiao was startled by the time frame, wondering what he had done to deserve such a long timeframe for deconstruction.

Later, after some research, Lin Xiao discovered that his self-deconstruction had already taken into account the time it took for his awakened talent to mature.

Lin Xiao thus deduced that the higher the level of awakened talent, the longer the time required.

Talent is what truly belongs to the survivors themselves.

Seeing that Lin Xiao had also entered into some kind of thought, the Grand Elder coughed lightly, pulling Lin Xiao back to reality.

"So Xiao, I hope you can take good care of Sheng. Tonight, those vine spirits will attack us, and their number of Tier 3 enemies will be more than ten times ours!"

"So, Xiao, I'm really begging you!"

The elder looked at Lin Xiao with expectant eyes, hoping that Lin Xiao would agree, but Sheng, who was standing to the side, looked somewhat dejected.

Lin Xiao glanced at Sheng, then thought for a moment, and slowly reached out to the grass spirit staff, grasping it firmly.

"So... you've agreed?"

Lin Xiao shook his head, but slowly picked up the Grass Sprite Staff.

The Grand Elder wasn't angry; instead, he waited for Lin Xiao to continue.

"Elder, I wonder if you have any plans regarding moving? I'm very interested in your ability to create tools from grass!"

"move place?"

The elder looked at Lin Xiao and muttered something under his breath.

"Yes, we'll move. That way, you won't be wiped out by the vine spirits, Elder, you won't die, and Sheng won't lose his people. As for me, it'll provide some security there!"