Not just the altar tablets, but also the coffins, the altars, and even the altars under the coffins, all of them slowly dissipated.
In the process of these objects disappearing, Wang Zijia clearly saw that this altar was actually connected to the three independent altars in secret passages!
When everything about the fourth altar had completely disappeared, the whole Great Hall became harmonious, as if it should have been this way from the beginning.
"Uh...what is this? Which old monster has joined the fun and set up a coffin?"
"What is it used for?"
"To pick peaches? Or what?"
After a while, Wang Zijia couldn't figure out the reason and shifted his gaze back towards the three empty coffins.
After checking for a while, his spiritual sense told him that this was indeed a spiritual legacy.
But a cautious Wang Zijia had no plans to proceed directly.
With a wave of his hand, several ancient and simple tortoise shells appeared in his hand.
