The gates of the Treasure Hall opened slowly, releasing a wave of ancient pressure that made even Foundation Establishment disciples tense.
Inside, countless treasures floated in midair—glowing weapons, ancient scrolls, sealed beast cores, and mysterious relics pulsing with life. Each one seemed to possess its own will.
"Every treasure here has a trial," the guiding elder explained. "The stronger the treasure, the harsher the test. Fail, and you leave empty-handed."
Wang Lei grinned, eager for the challenge. Su Ling's eyes sharpened as she analyzed the hall. Lin Xue remained calm, her senses alert.
Li Hao stepped forward—and suddenly felt it.
A faint pull.
Not from the powerful artifacts…
But from something subtle.
A weak flame flickering in a distant corner.
Unlike the others, it did not shine brightly.
Yet it called to him.
Without hesitation, Li Hao walked toward it.