"Are there no treasures left?"
More than ten minutes later, Xia Ping had scanned the entire inner hall treasury, only to discover that he had stripped this place completely clean, leaving not a single treasure behind.
Just as he was about to seize the chance to slip away, his heart suddenly stirred. The Hell Golden Crow Eye seemed to sense something faintly. "Hmm, no, there's still a mysterious space here."
He instinctively sensed a distortion in space ahead, brimming with dense spatial energy, as though space and time themselves had folded together.
"What is this place?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes and walked toward the depths of the treasury's inner hall. To his surprise, he discovered an independent void space ahead—the true core of this treasury.
This space was even covered in layer upon layer of densely packed restriction formations. Chain after chain of restrictions sealed the space so tightly that not even a drop could leak through, as if facing a formidable enemy.
One had to know that a Primordial Ancient Saint guarded this inner hall treasury, yet this mysterious space was defended with such extreme vigilance. Its importance was obvious; even a Primordial Ancient Saint regarded this place with the utmost seriousness.
"Hell Golden Crow Eye."
With that thought, Xia Ping did not hesitate. He activated his eyes, instantly piercing through the layers of restrictions around this dimensional space and seeing what lay within.
What appeared before him was an endless void—dark, cold, sinister, as though it were a space of nothingness where nothing existed, permeated by an aura of deathly silence.
Yet this dark void was not entirely empty. A colossal black coffin floated within it.
Dense, twisted blood-red runes surfaced across the black coffin, like passages of supreme true scriptures engraved deep into its body. Thick