Seven hours later, your Yingzhao Clone Projection swiftly led Mirror and Houtu deep beneath Witch Mountain, where they found the Witch Clan's hidden treasury. The treasury held countless treasures; this single location contained more than the two or three treasury spaces you had found among the Iron-Eating Silver Armor Beasts. Naturally, the entire Witch Clan could not possibly have only this one treasury. Even you had to admit that the Witch Clan's foundations were indeed exceptionally deep.
However, you had no shortage of such treasures at present, so you had no intention of making the Witch Clan hand them over. In your eyes, these things could only add flowers to brocade now; they were utterly incomparable to the treasure Mirror had mentioned, one that far surpassed supreme treasures.
When Houtu led you deep into the treasury and showed you that tiger head, roughly the size of two palms, forged from nine-colored glazed crystal, with a galactic vortex contained within and nine gradating hues of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, gold, and violet flowing along with its spiritual energy, your eyes immediately lit up. It truly was an Eight-Ring Creation Dao Grade True Supreme Treasure!
Your undisguised reaction was naturally noticed by the sharp-eyed Houtu. It made her somewhat uneasy, worried that you had set your sights on the treasure and did not intend to give it to Shen Tu, but would instead take it and flee for yourself. If that truly happened, she was weaker than you and could do nothing about it. Sorrow welled up in Houtu's heart. The Witch Clan, which had once divided All Heavens into three, had now become fish and meat beneath another's blade.
Yet Houtu also knew that you had been comparatively restrained. Now that she truly understood your strength, she realized