After all, the Heavenly Temple was vast and mighty, with countless subordinates. Aside from Mr. Mo, the only trusted aides under Lin Qi who could now formulate god-level potions were the Dragon Witch King and his disciples. But how many potion masters did the Heavenly Temple have? The number of god-level potion masters alone was probably astronomical!
Smacking his lips, Lin Qi hid away the three spatial rings, then had the Golden Dragon King scout ahead as he headed deeper into the secret treasury. This was a corridor a hundred meters wide and a hundred meters high, stretching for several miles. Faint demonic runes and sigils were etched into the gleaming metal floor, and threads of strange energy rippled through the air. Yet all along the way, neither Lin Qi nor the Golden Dragon God found a single magical trap that could be triggered.
Someone had broken all the defenses here before Lin Qi arrived, and had done so cleanly and decisively. There was no sign of damage anywhere around them, yet every ambush and trap in this corridor had been effortlessly dismantled.
"They do have the style of those two Rabbits!" the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse snorted in a muffled voice.
"Those two scum from the Moon Palace?" The Penglai Five Islands laughed in unison. "Compared to them, this person's methods are still lacking. When the Rabbits break a magical trap, they leave behind no trace of anything amiss—it looks exactly as it did when it was perfectly intact. That is skill so close to the Dao!"
Lin Qi grinned soundlessly. What a pity the two Rabbits were not at his side. Otherwise, he would not have had to be so cautious entering this secret treasury. Although Azure Demon had given him the layout of every magical trap