"Crack!"
A faint snapping sound echoed, and the restriction on the temple door rippled like water, slowly dissipating.
Zhou Qing closed his eyes and rubbed his strained eyes; the overuse of the [Double Pupils] caused a dull ache at his temples, and he had consumed nearly thirty percent of his Spiritual Power in the Sea of Consciousness.
After confirming the restriction was broken, he turned and gave a signal to Sikong Yan in the shadows.
Sikong Yan understood, his figure flickered, and he stepped into the temple with Zhou Qing.
As they entered the side hall, a thick wave of Spiritual Qi rushed towards them.
Zhou Qing's Double Pupils suddenly contracted, and the scene before him left him breathless.
The inner vault was extremely spacious, about a hundred feet square, with sunstones embedded in the walls, illuminating the space as if it were daytime.
Dozens of rows of racks forged from black iron were neatly arranged inside, each filled with various treasures.
