The Hidden Treasury!

This gargoyle...

Why do you seem so timid and hesitant?

Aren't gargoyles supposed to be very fierce magical creatures?

Never mind, it's not important.

"We didn't..."

"You can come in even if you don't have one!"

Before Rat could finish speaking, the gargoyle opened the door.

Rat and Zane were completely dumbfounded. What was going on? They hadn't even revealed the remains of the King of Hidden King yet.

"Shall we go in?"

"Isn't this exactly what we came here for? If we don't go in and take a look, are you willing to go back like this?"

"All right."

The two entered the treasure vault as they talked, but the door did not close again.

The reason is that a month ago, an angel carrying a sack kicked the door open from the inside and swaggered away.

Upon entering the interior of Atula Treasury, one finds it filled with ruins and damage, as if it had survived some great battle.

Rat stepped forward, and countless magical chandeliers hung down to the ground. He picked up one of the small lamps and tiptoed over to it.

"Etc!"

Zane suddenly reached out and stopped Rat, then shone the light on the ground.

On the ground, a desiccated, heartless corpse lay broken and mangled.

His hands and feet were scattered, and he was wearing a white and gold robe.

There was also a silver mask on the side.

"This is something used only in the papacy's burial, to cover the face of the deceased."

"This corpse is probably the White Emperor's."

Rat turned his gaze and saw a severed arm lying beside the coffin, with a Cross Sword still clutched in its hand.

"Your Pope is quite brave; he's still holding his sword even after he's dead."

Even in death, he was still clutching a sword?

Rat walked around with the lantern in his hand, and suddenly felt a throbbing in his arm, as if something was pulling him.

Following this throbbing sensation, he walked to the side and saw a black heart.

The black heart echoes Rath's arm; without a doubt, it must be the heart of the Hidden King of Tibet.

But why is the Hidden King's heart here?

Rat turned to look at the corpse holding the sword. "Could it be that this White Emperor replaced the Hidden King of Tibet's heart with his own and has never died?"

"Suddenly, someone broke into the treasure vault and awakened the White Emperor, but this person was very strong, and the White Emperor was no match for him. Even the King of Hidden King's heart was ripped out by that person."

"That makes sense."

"But why didn't that person take the Hidden King's heart? Was it because they looked down on it, or was the Hidden King's heart not their real target?"

"If you can't figure it out, you should go and look around first."

"Two of the ten important parts of the original body of the Hidden King are here. Since the heart is here, the left hand should also be here."

"Zane, let's split up and search."

An hour later, the two returned to the same spot.

"Did you have any results over there?"

Zane shook his head. "Everything that was recorded was taken away, and what couldn't be taken was destroyed."

"The only two usable things I found were a huge piece of Dragon Crystal that had been cut off and a ritual implement."

What about your end?

Rat sighed, "Same here, all the good stuff is gone, not even a coin."

"Did we really come all this way for nothing?"

"Actually... that's not necessarily true."

As he spoke, Rat suddenly looked at the White Emperor's corpse, "I have an idea."

As he spoke, Rat took out the Death Talk Amulet.

"Hey, that's the body of the first pope."

"Although I also strongly oppose the desecration of sacred corpses, we should focus more on the urgent issues at hand, rather than on those moral constraints."

"This..."

"Okay, you're right."

Rat approached the corpse and began chanting a spell. Green light seeped into the White Emperor's body, and the White Emperor's eyes opened.

"First of all, did you seal the Hidden King's heart inside your body, so that you didn't actually die?"

White Emperor: "... Yes."

"So who killed you?"

Bai Huang: "A Celestial Creature, an angel with ten thousand wings."

A winged angel?

Never heard of it.

"Did that angel take all the treasures away?"

Bai Huang: "I don't know..."

There have been three questions already, and there are two more chances left.

Rat took a deep breath. "Then... why did you seal the Hidden King's heart inside your body?"

White Emperor: "In order to... await the next pope and to convey... the truth about the world that I have proven over a thousand years."

This is the last chance.

Should we inquire about this so-called truth?

No.

"Is there a hidden tunnel or a hidden treasure vault here? If so, where is it?"

White Emperor: "The real treasure trove is... beneath the coffin."

"Looks like I made the right bet."

Rat clenched his fist, and the White Emperor's corpse lay back down.

"There really is a hidden treasure vault? I've never heard of it before."

"That's right. If everyone knows, can it still be called hiding?"

"Come on, lend a hand."

The two laboriously pushed the mithril coffin aside, revealing a hidden passage underneath.

The two entered the secret passage and arrived at a hidden treasure vault deeper inside.

The space here is not large, with only one long corridor and many exhibition booths on both sides of the corridor.

Each booth has a protective film to safeguard the contents inside.

Looking at the items on both sides of the display stand, Rat almost couldn't help but shout, "Beautiful! Everything we're looking for is here!"

"The Heaven-Reversing Sword, the King of Hidden King's Other Hand!"

"Come on, the remaining problem is how to break the barrier!"

On a small island in the north of the mainland.

A massive Black Tower stands here, the island is surrounded by the sea, and beneath the Black Tower is a large complex of buildings.

This is Moonlight Island, a famous gathering place for mages.

On this Moonlight Island lies the continent's most prestigious magic academy, the Star Sea Magic Academy.

The Black Tower standing in the center of the magic academy is a place that all mages dream of climbing.

The Arcane High Tower, where the most powerful and legendary mages of antiquity all came from.

Being able to climb the tower is not only a recognition, but also an unparalleled honor.

This towering Black Tower is so high that some people have tried for generations but still haven't been able to reach the top.

At the top of the tower now stands one of humanity's four greatest powerhouses, the tower's master, the dean of the magic academy, and the continent's number one magician.

He is the holder of many titles, including Professor Starry Sky, Starry Sky Principal, and Lord of the Tower.

Of course, this is just how outsiders refer to him.

Those who have actually met him only refer to him by two words.

Supreme.

Now, this mysterious supreme being is fast asleep on the rooftop of the tower.

He was wearing a blue-purple robe covered with dense star vein patterns.

His gray hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his white beard was equally unkempt.

A soft snoring sound echoed from the top of the tower, while three little fairies in red, blue, and green fluttered their light wings and kept circling around the tower master.

These little fairies are like miniature humans, only the size of a palm, with wings like dragonflies.

"How long has the Supreme One been sleeping?"

"Hmm... it seems like I've been sleeping the whole time?"

"I remember the last time the Supreme One awoke was around the time before."

The three little fairies were whispering among themselves when suddenly, the sleeping supreme being awoke.

He opened his eyes, a strange look in his pupils.

"Octopus?"