A palace worthy of Bahamut's special attention was bound to contain treasures.
Huo Ling had carefully observed it earlier and directly found the hidden secret vault concealed in the shadows.
After the fire dragon breath burned Bahamut's divine statue to ruins, a hidden space was revealed beneath it.
This space had been meticulously concealed by divine arts. If Huo Ling had not been a master of space, he might truly have found it difficult to discover.
Outside this hidden vault space were various divine-art seals and divine locks.
These things might have been troublesome for other dragons, perhaps even requiring brute force to destroy.
But for Huo Ling, they were a piece of cake, far too easy to deal with.
With a flash, he arrived before the space, facing the defenses and lockdown of the divine-art array.
Huo Ling extended a hand. A peculiar magical flame danced at his fingertips, its color constantly shifting.
It was even difficult to determine whether it was truly flame. It looked more like a cluster of leaping runes, twisting laws.
Like a universal key, the flame swiftly fused with the divine-power seals. Using the power of laws, it rapidly dismantled the seals outside the spatial vault.
Once the divine-power seals had been undone, the spatial vault was essentially left defenseless before Huo Ling.
Huo Ling merely flicked his fingertips, and the spatial vault was forced open, revealing the scene within.
This should have been one of Bahamut's many secret vaults among the temple complexes of the Moqiulia Celestial Realm.
The supplies and high-grade resources inside were not as numerous as imagined, but they were still worth at least a hundred billion magic stones.
"Hahaha!"
"Bahamut, you really are rich!"
Huo Ling could not help but marvel, while unceremoniously reaching into the space.
He drew