After carefully scanning the area, Qin Fengming could not help revealing a trace of surprise on his face.
He discovered that among the ten Restrictive Spell barriers, two contained only Puppet guards, with no treasures on the stone tables.
The absence of two treasures was not strange in itself. They had undoubtedly been obtained by cultivators who had opened the divine palace before. It was precisely for this reason that Qin Fengming was somewhat astonished.
There was only one possibility: the treasures had been taken away, but never replenished.
The divine palace had existed for countless tens of thousands of years. Within the Jiao Clan, it had surely been opened countless times.
Yet after all this time, only two treasures in this space had been obtained by others. This was enough to show one thing: the humanoid Puppets guarding the treasures were extraordinarily powerful.
After realizing this, sharp light flashed repeatedly in Qin Fengming's eyes, and his expression unconsciously grew solemn.
He did not immediately choose a treasure. Instead, he looked up at the white mist above, a trace of thought showing in his heart. He had already entered the divine palace, but the transmission he had previously heard had not sounded again. This left him somewhat puzzled.
Logically speaking, if that transmission had truly been directed only at him, it had already sounded twice while he was outside. Yet now that he had entered the divine palace, there was not the slightest sound. This was utterly inconsistent with reason.
Facing that voice, Qin Fengming no longer felt the slightest fear. All that remained was curiosity and anticipation.
Even if the voice had come from a malicious ghost soul intending to harm him, with his current methods, he had ample strength to fight it. At worst, he would use ruthless