He also took the opportunity to study the dice.

After playing a few rounds, Zhang Ze indeed noticed the dice's anomaly. When thrown, it's truly random, seemingly influenced by the entire ancient power. Trying to affect the outcome using Spiritual Qi or crafting coincidences with spells only makes the result more uncontrollable.

And relying solely on luck, even Brother Feng could only roll a six plus one once.

Rolling a 666 seems quite challenging.

However, Xiao Yaozi mentioned that every time the Horror Temple opens, only the Horror Saint rolls the dice, while everyone else avoids it.

No one knows how it does it, but usually, after a quarter of an hour, the Ancestral Temple can open.

At this moment, the Horror Saint awoke, and Zhang Ze immediately came over.

When the Horror Saint saw Zhang Ze, it was stunned for a moment, and after a while, it finally uttered a word.

"Human?"

Zhang Ze nodded, "I am human."

Horror Saint, "From outside?"

Zhang Ze, "Yes, climbed down with a rope."

Horror Saint, "What rope..."

No one knew if the medicine's effects hadn't worn off or if the Horror Saint was just like that; its conversation with Zhang Ze veered further off track.

Xiao Yaozi coughed lightly, interrupting the enigmas between the two. He flew up, briefly explaining the situation to the Horror Saint and the purposes of Zhang Ze and Lin Feng.

After a long time, the Horror Saint nodded, "I understand."

The Horror Saint climbed up from the ground, relying on the medicine power of Zhang Ze's super Great Returning Pill and its own vigorous vitality; the Horror Saint's injuries were half-recovered, so at least movement was unimpeded.

It stood up, stretched its limbs, lightly coughed its somewhat itchy throat, then came to one side of the valley, using its tail to hook out a long, thin box.

Inside the box was a metal claw, which could use a simple lever behind to control the front claws to grab things.

It used its little claw to grab this metal long claw.

Xiao Yaozi watched curiously, really wanting to know how this big dummy rolled three sixes.

Under the intense observation of two dragons and two humans, the Horror Saint called out the dice hidden in the muscles of its forehead.

It adjusted the dice so that the side with six was facing up, then used the small clip to place the dice into a stone bowl.

Zhang Ze & Lin Feng & Xiao Yaozi & Giant, "?"

"Just this? You have been fooling us all along!" Xiao Yaozi exclaimed.

He always thought there was some earth-shattering secret here, but it turned out from beginning to end, it was just the Horror Saint playing tricks.

The dice don't need to be rolled at all; just place them.

The Horror Saint cast it a sidelong glance, "People are not angry when they do not know, shut up and don't shout."

Xiao Yaozi, "&#％..."

Among Xiao Yaozi's murmurings, after the Horror Saint placed the three dice properly.

"The Ancestral Temple is connected with Mountain and Sea, but not at one place; only by this method can you summon the remains and ride it to enter the Ancestral Temple."

"Technically, I shouldn't bring you in, but... it's no big deal."

The Horror Saint looked back at Zhang Ze, "Hope you haven't deceived me."

After a moment of waiting, like dust sorted from morning light, an illusory shadow gradually solidified, and that so-called Saint's remains appeared in front of Zhang Ze...

"You guys call this thing remains?"

Zhang Ze stared at the 'Saint's remains' before his eyes, unsure of what to say for the moment.

He thought about many hypotheses, even imagined the remains being a piece of square pigskin or even molded like himself.

But he truly didn't expect the remains to be this kind of thing.

A train flying in the sky.

The train was immense, enough to accommodate the Horror Saint generously. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The train head was square, blending a sense of future and retro in its overall design. It had no wheels, replaced by a kind of hover engine-like device.

Behind the train head connected was a compartment protected by heavy armor, full of scratches and traces of modification.

The entire train had only the first compartment as a solid entity, while the remaining compartments existed as dry, transparent illusory forms, seemingly not belonging to this space.

The compartment stopped in front of Zhang Ze, a hissing sound of pressure release, revealing golden light from the crevice of the train door.