Chen Hao jumped down through the opening. Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing exchanged a glance and hurried after him.
Chen Siyao switched on her flashlight, sweeping its beam through the darkness. The hole was shallow, about three meters deep, with damp earth at the bottom.
Chen Hao was already crouching there. Six dark red stones were embedded in the soil, the largest the size of an adult's fist and the smallest like an egg.
The six Flame Spirit Stones formed a circle, as though someone had deliberately arranged them.
Golden patterns on their surfaces glimmered in the darkness, brightening and dimming like six hearts beating in unison.
He extracted the six Flame Spirit Stones one by one and put them into his Qiankun Bag.
Chen Siyao stared at the stones and drew in a sharp breath. "Brother, were these what caused Zhao Gongming's legacy to appear?"
Chen Hao nodded. His divine sense swept the bottom of the hole once more. After confirming he had missed nothing, he stood. "Let's go. Time to head back."
With the Legacy Coin removed and the underground Flame Spirit Stones' energy contained, the ancient formation enveloping all of Shushan dissipated completely.
The mountain forest, once shrouded in mist and cut off from the outside world, returned to normal. Outsiders could now enter these Primordial Daoist Grounds at any time.
Holding Xiao Yue, Yang Wanqing muttered, "I came all this way, and the God of Wealth wouldn't even let me make a little money."
Xiao Yue licked her hand.
Chen Hao climbed out of the hole, followed by Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing. He Tong and his attendants were still standing where they had been, like wooden posts frozen by a spell.
Chen Hao headed toward the Main Hall's entrance. As he passed through the center