Zhao Han knew when to let things go. After a brief pang of guilt, he went over to the three wooden figurines of children.
He took out the three clay figurines from his Spatial Fragment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began his shameless attempt to claim their inheritance.
With the system helping him conceal his disguise, all Zhao Han had to do was set out an incense burner, light three sticks of incense, and then make a few insincere, emotional-sounding lies. That was enough to earn the clay figurines' owners' approval.
What Zhao Han hadn't expected was that as soon as he began the ritual and put on a pious expression, before he'd even had a chance to say anything flattering, the clay figurine emitted a burst of yellow light that flowed into his body.
"This is... The Earth Vein True Scripture is mine!"
Zhao Han was startled. He hadn't done anything yet; he'd only just lit the three sticks of incense. Why had it practically come knocking at his door?
But in the next instant, the clay figurine he'd been pretending to worship suddenly shattered, breaking into scattered chunks and scraps of clay.
"This..." Zhao Han reached out his right hand, but it froze in midair.
Meanwhile, in the world at the bottom of the well,
Green Robe Old Ancestor wore a sinister grin as he looked at the heroic man's faint remnant soul beneath his foot.
This heroic man was Earth Emperor, one of the many Martial Emperors of the Northern Region, and a formidable figure.
Earth Emperor had lived an extraordinarily legendary life.
He began cultivating at the age of five. In ten days, he reached the Skin Refining Realm; in thirty days, the Muscle Refining Realm; and in a hundred days, the Bone Refining Realm.
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