Qin Siyang stood before the altar table, silently watching the little fox.
The fox leaped onto the altar table, circled the fox-patterned stone, then looked up at him and repeated, "As long as you touch me, you'll pass the trial."
There seemed to be a hint of urgency in its eyes, as though it wanted Qin Siyang to hurry over and touch it.
Qin Siyang stared at it, still standing outside the ancestral hall without moving.
Because he did not trust the words before him.
From beginning to end, he had not seen a single Large God.
Where had the Examiner of the [Succession Trial] gone?
Don't tell me this little fox was the Large God, Patterned Fox.
To him, that was absurd.
On Earth, if a being was not enormous enough, it was not a Large God, nor could it initiate a [Succession Trial].
Most importantly, he had not figured out what this trial actually was.
Wander around the village, follow the fox, touch it, take the stone, and that was it?
If it really were that simple, seasoned veterans like Zhao Longteng and the others, who had held their own for years, could not possibly have all been trapped here and vanished without a trace.
Qin Siyang's gaze darkened.
It was a trap.
He must not touch the fox or the Pattern Stone.
But the problem was that he only knew what he could not do, not what he could do.
He did not even dare turn and leave. He simply watched from across the threshold as the fox kept urging him to touch it.
After a long stalemate, the fox seemed to lose patience. It darted behind the ancestral hall and disappeared.
At the same time, the doors of the ancestral hall slowly closed again.
Qin Siyang