Treasure Vault

By the time Chu Yuming arrived, the Foundation Establishment Cultivators before the treasure had already become cold corpses. Song Qingxing, meanwhile, stood before a heavy black iron door set into the valley wall, looking it up and down as though nothing had happened.

Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, Chu Yuming swallowed with difficulty and stepped closer. "Some of these people were Rogue Cultivators, while others came from major forces across the Four Realms. Quite a few were cultivators from Golden Core Forces. Fellow Daoist, slaughtering them so indiscriminately may invite trouble."

"Only the dead do not speak." Song Qingxing glanced at him indifferently, making his scalp prickle.

Chu Yuming had no choice but to swear another Heavenly Dao Oath, vowing not to reveal a single word to anyone. Only then did Song Qingxing withdraw his gaze and resume examining the black iron gate before him.

How could he not know that some of those he had killed were unfortunate people caught up in this? But just as he had said, only the dead did not speak.

Those whose hands had been stained with the blood of Song Clan Members had to die.

But these people were elders and disciples of various major forces. If he killed some while sparing others, then once word leaked out, it would inevitably leave a hidden danger for the Song clan.

Killing them all was best—solving the problem at its root.

Had Chu Yuming not been sensible and still possessed some value, he too would already have been a dead man.

"Can you break through this barrier?" After looking around, Song Qingxing found that several powerful barriers enveloped this Treasure Vault.

Breaking it by force was not impossible, but it would very likely cause the entire Treasure Vault to collapse, potentially destroying