Lin Fan slowly raised his palm, pure white Astral Force surging gently within it, and pressed it against the rune-covered stone wall.
Rumble!!
Vast Astral Force thundered into the formations. Like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, the black restriction runes shattered and melted away inch by inch. In mere moments, the treasury's defensive formations were forcibly dismantled through sheer brute strength. The runes on the wall went dark one after another, and the treasury's heavy stone doors slowly swung inward with a muffled rumble.
The instant the heavy stone doors opened fully, cold metallic gleams mingled with the mellow aura of treasures, and a weighty presence steeped in a century of age rushed out to meet him.
The enormous treasury was exceptionally spacious, carved deep into the heart of Blackrock's main peak. Dry, sturdy, and sheltered from wind and rain, it was the vital stronghold where Blackstone Valley had hoarded its savings for generations.
Rows of heavy black ironwood shelves stood neatly inside the treasury. Hundreds of large, lacquer-sealed treasure chests densely packed their lowest tiers.
Lin Fan unleashed his inner qi and opened every chest. Aside from a few other treasures, most were filled to the brim with large, uniformly shaped silver and gold ingots.
The pale gold bars and silver ingots were stacked into neat squares, each piece packed tightly in place. Silver gleamed dazzlingly, and gold shone brilliantly. This was far more than the treasuries of those gangs back in Green Mountain Town had held.
Those gangs and martial factions in Green Mountain Town had only reached the Bone Tempering Realm at best, without even a single Bright Force Realm martial artist. Blackstone Valley, however, was a major sect with a late Transforming Force Realm expert presiding over it.
Aside from the gold and silver