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"How is this possible? Isn't this object long extinct? Why would it appear in your hands?"
Suddenly, Huang Jiao the Immortal recognized the origins of the clump of earthy yellow qi in Jiang Chen's hand; it was unmistakably the Soil of Rest from the Nine Heavens, which had long vanished from the Prehistoric World. He couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he cried out in shock.
The Soil of Rest from the Nine Heavens is a true creation divine object, possessing the great ability to turn decay into magic. Its value is comparable to the ten top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasures of the Prehistoric World.
Of course, that wasn't what shocked Huang Jiao the Immortal the most. What truly astonished him was the significance of the Soil of Rest from the Nine Heavens to the Human Race. To some extent, the Soil of Rest from the Nine Heavens was like the Ancestral Whip of Humanity, both ancestral artifacts of the Human Race.
