Titan Snow Demon King

The Spirit Pagoda's treasury was also located on the top floor, protected by no fewer than five layers of security measures.

As Chen Zhou arrived at the treasury's location, he first passed through the inspections of the men in black, followed by various scans, including facial recognition.

Upon reaching the innermost sanctum, he found an old man stationed there.

The man looked to be nearly a hundred years old, his appearance withered and frail, yet the aura he exuded was anything but weak.

He cast a glance at Chen Zhou, a faint glimmer in his eyes, before silently lowering his head once more.

"You may select one spirit bone. Head inside; the third zone is the spirit bone area. You may choose one from the hundred-thousand-year spirit bones within as your reward."

The old man's voice was calm, and once he finished speaking, he fell into silence.

Chen Zhou cupped his fists politely toward the old man before turning to enter the treasury.

The Spirit Pagoda's treasury was vast, and the most abundant items inside were, naturally, spirit souls.

Hundred-year spirit souls, thousand-year spirit souls—a dazzling array of them was displayed there.

Almost anything Chen Zhou could think of could be found within the Spirit Pagoda's treasury.

However, Chen Zhou had no interest in these spirit souls.

The second zone, further inside, contained various thousand-year and ten-thousand-year spirit herbs.

After all, the Spirit Pagoda was an organization that had existed for ten thousand years, and with the Spirit Ascension Platform acting as a money-making machine, the Pagoda was never short on funds; what they lacked was heritage.

Thus, their primary capital was invested in cultivating talent and purchasing vast quantities of resources.

At this moment, the number of ten-thousand-year spirit herbs in the treasury was substantial, with at least several dozen, if not over a hundred, on display.

As for thousand-year and ordinary hundred-year spirit herbs, they were countless.

Passing through these two zones, Chen Zhou calmly arrived at the third.

This was considered a core area, and what was displayed inside were spirit bones.

Various spirit bones were labeled according to their origins.

The lowest grade here was ten-thousand-year spirit bones, though there were a few thousand-year ones, albeit in very small numbers.

After all, it was rare for a thousand-year spirit beast to produce a spirit bone.

Beyond the standard spirit bones, there was another special category: those produced within the Spirit Ascension Platform.

Whether or not the Spirit Ascension Platform could produce spirit bones was not something the Spirit Pagoda could dictate.

For instance, the guardians of the platform, such as the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bears, had to be slain many times before a single bone might appear.

Yet here, there were nearly a hundred spirit bones produced by the Spirit Ascension Platform, covering a wide variety of types.

Looking at these bones, Chen Zhou fell silent.

However, his gaze naturally did not linger on these; instead, he sought out the hundred-thousand-year spirit bones.

There were only fifteen hundred-thousand-year spirit bones in total.

Chen Zhou's eyes swept over them one by one.

A large portion of them originated from the Star Dou Great Forest, such as the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear spirit bones, the Myriad Demon Tree King spirit bones, and even those of other demon kings.

The number of hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest remained high, and among the larger clans—such as the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear clan and the Myriad Demon Tree King clan—the hundred-thousand-year beasts were not limited to just Xiong Jun and the Tree King.

However, as spirit beasts were continuously hunted, and given that hundred-thousand-year beasts almost always dropped spirit bones, many had been harvested.

Chen Zhou scanned the fifteen hundred-thousand-year spirit bones.

Some he recognized, others he did not, but the majority hailed from the Star Dou Great Forest.

Two spirit bones in particular stood out.

One was a skull from an Evil Eye Tyrant, also at the hundred-thousand-year level, representing the entry-level tier of that rank.

The other was a chest bone.

Reading the annotation, Chen Zhou's eyes narrowed slightly.

This chest bone came from a creature known as the Titan Snow Demon King, and in the entire world of Douluo Continent, there was only one such being.

As he stared at the bone, Neuvillette's voice echoed in Chen Zhou's mind:

"Choose this spirit bone. It is the best-preserved among them, and it contains an incredibly terrifying intent of hatred."

"An ordinary spirit master would likely be unable to absorb it; it would cause great harm to your body."

"However, after the modification by the Primordial Sea, eliminating this intent will not be difficult."

Neuvillette's voice was calm; to him, this was merely a spirit bone.

Yet, looking at it, Chen Zhou felt a sense of solemnity.

Because he understood the history of the Douluo Continent, he knew that the Titan Snow Demon King was the most powerful entity after the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress.

He had not expected that the creature would also die here.

Most likely, it had not been killed by the Spirit Pagoda, but hunted down by the Holy Spirit Cult that lurked in those regions.

At this thought, Chen Zhou fell into a brief silence.

He rarely felt as though he were witnessing history, though the sensation was not particularly strong.

Looking at this spirit bone, he could also sense the lingering intent of hatred within it.

Clearly, the Titan Snow Demon King must have been filled with resentment before he was killed.

However, this intent had no effect on Chen Zhou; on the contrary, it kept the spirit bone in a state of high vitality.

Chen Zhou extended his fair fingers, gently grasped the spirit bone, and tucked it away; immediately, all the other hundred-thousand-year spirit bones in the vicinity entered a sealed state.

Watching this scene, Chen Zhou did not linger and calmly turned to walk out.

There were deeper spaces within this place that likely held other treasures belonging to the Spirit Pagoda, but Chen Zhou had no interest in seeing them.

Once he took control of the Spirit Pagoda, these would naturally belong to him.

If he could not master the Spirit Pagoda, then seeing these things would only make him covet them in vain.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhou quickened his pace.

As his figure exited, the old man at the entrance calmly pressed a button, and the heavy doors began to close.

Chen Zhou did not speak to the old man, but he still offered a polite fist salute before turning to leave.

Not until Chen Zhou's figure reached the next checkpoint did the old man, who had been bowing his head, slowly open his aged eyes to stare directly at Chen Zhou's back.

His eyes held a trace of curiosity, as well as a hint of confusion.

"What a bizarre lad. His aura is clearly not powerful, yet he gives off a feeling that makes one's heart palpitate."

"Such strange power. I have only ever seen this kind of energy in the so-called Abyss Plane. Yet his power is exceptionally pure—is it mastery over the water element? A very interesting martial soul and power indeed."

The old man's voice was low, his gaze fixed on Chen Zhou's back, yet he too could not see through Neuvillette's disguise.

Or rather, it would not be until Chen Zhou's martial soul fully evolved into the Primordial Dragon that these top-tier powerhouses would be able to detect that something was amiss.