A day later.
Xia Ping headed straight to the transit station near the Mission Hall and took the teleportation array, arriving at the treasury in an instant.
The Illusion Race's treasury was located in the deepest reaches of the Illusion World. It was an enormous golden palace, covering more than thirty million square kilometers—boundless as far as the eye could see.
"So this is the Illusion Race treasury?!"
With a swish, Xia Ping was teleported before the gates of the Illusion Race treasury. Along with him were over a hundred others who had passed the assessment before.
Looking ahead, he immediately saw a towering palace standing upon the earth, soaring into the clouds and emanating endless majesty and authority—vast and magnificent beyond compare.
The entire palace seemed to be covered in dense restriction formations that warped space itself. Countless restriction formations had fused with this stretch of heaven and earth; tug one hair, and the whole body would move.
Anyone who dared touch the treasury's restriction formations would immediately suffer a thunderous strike.
Faintly, through the Hell Golden Crow Eye, he saw layer upon layer of space contained within the entire treasury. Entering it would be like stepping into a spatial labyrinth, with no way of ever finding one's way out.
Even through Xia Ping's divine sense, he could detect powerful Saint auras deep within the treasury. Anyone who dared set their sights on this treasury would likely face nine deaths and only one chance at life.
This place was guarded to a hair-raising extent. Not even a single fly could get inside.
"We've finally arrived at the treasury."
"Before, we only came here to exchange for treasures. Who would have thought we'd get a chance to become guards here?"
"Exactly. The last time I came to exchange treasures, the