"Phew!"
Only after letting out a long breath did Zhang Yang finally relax. After looking around, he could not help bursting into laughter. It was settled.
As long as Wu Yuan advanced to become a two-star hero, there would be no more obstacles to sealing the Fire Essence. Everything would depend on how effective his Imprisonment Spell was.
"Wait, I need to check that 300-year-old ginseng? No, the ancestral spirit. What the heck is it?"
Zhang Yang quickly summoned the Golden Scales in his mind.
A mass of blue mist appeared on one side, while a white die showing five dots appeared on the other.
"The Wishful Dice? No way. This ancestral spirit is worth that much!"
Zhang Yang was deeply shocked, but this time, he had no intention of exchanging it for the Wishful Dice, because he had suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.
The concepts of the Human Ancestral Spirit and 300 years jumped into his mind, instantly making him think of the Fantasy Village Building Order.
"Damn it, could that Tiger Tribe Village also have been established by someone bound to a Fantasy Village Building Order? They simply chose ancestor worship as their faith template, which was why they had this so-called 300-year-old ancestral spirit?"
The thought sent chills down Zhang Yang's spine.
Because if this guess was correct, the village he was in might also exist somewhere in this movie world. Or perhaps it did not—but one thing was absolutely certain.
After his village developed in the future, it would definitely become the trial site for other village chiefs completing their Hero's Trial or Lord's Trial.
What a scam. What a vicious setup.
Only after a long while did Zhang Yang suppress the panic and despair in his heart. That was right, this was ridiculously