Empty.
Too empty.
The first layer, the outer treasury, was lined with enormous shelves made of Ten-Thousand-Year Agarwood.
The shelves stretched on and on, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. One could imagine the unimaginable trove of heavenly treasures and earthly riches that had once filled this place.
But now, most of the shelves stood completely bare.
The few magical treasures or ores that remained were all battered, low-grade Post-Heaven items. Lu Changsheng could barely be bothered to glance at them.
"Th-this is the treasury our ancestors left behind?"
Lu Ping'an stared in disbelief. This was nothing like the image he'd imagined, with treasures piled into mountains and glittering with golden light.
Lu Changsheng, on the other hand, wasn't surprised. It was only to be expected.
"Don't make such a fuss. By the end of a Tribulation of Measure, it all comes down to one's reserves."
"To win that war of annihilation, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans must have long since squandered everything in the outer treasury, using it to arm their cannon fodder."
He patted Lu Ping'an.
"An empty outer treasury is nothing to worry about. The real treasures must be in the inner treasury, or even in the innermost chamber."
The master and disciple didn't linger in the outer treasury. They passed straight through the empty shelves and reached the entrance to the second layer, the inner treasury.
Once again, they used the token and Lu Ping'an's blood to open the stone door.
This time,
the dazzling radiance of the treasures stabbed Lu Changsheng's eyes.
The inner treasury was ten times smaller than the outer one, but its shelves weren't completely bare.
Though there were still plenty of signs that treasures had been taken, what remained was enough to make Lu Changsheng—a Mystic Immortal who prided himself