The two continued forward, chatting as they walked, when a sudden commotion ahead shattered the oppressive silence in the dark. "Hm? Looks like we've reached one of the ancient vaults of the Heavenly Demon Hall." Bai Linger's eyes lit up with excitement. "The Heavenly Demon Hall's vaults are protected by special arrays. Not even Lord Canglong Demon Ruler could break through them. Let's hurry. If we're lucky, we might find something valuable!" Ling Feng nodded. Ancient arrays were famous for their durability. Especially those in sacred lands, which stood firm like iron walls. It was no surprise that even great emperor-level experts could not breach them. They quickened their pace and headed toward the vault. Before long, they reached the end of the corridor. A large crowd had already gathered. Over a dozen torches flickered in the gloom, casting faint light that barely pushed back the darkness. A massive stone slab, known as the Dragon Severing Stone, blocked the path ahead, cutting off all access to the vault beyond. This Dragon Severing Stone had been forged from one of the hardest substances known to time. Even a great emperor-level expert would not be able to destroy it. No wonder the vault had remained sealed until now. The stone towered a hundred meters high and stretched nearly a thousand meters across, completely sealing the passage. In front of it stood around forty to fifty members of the demon race, including disciples from both the Blue Dragon Hall and the Cyan Dragon Hall. The crowd had divided into several factions. Even within the Cyan and Blue Dragon Halls, internal divisions ran deep. The Eight Great Canglong Sanctum disciples were locked in fierce competition, and cooperation was rare when they met. In fact, several demon clans from the area around Cangyan Mountain had also entered the ruins. As long as they offered Blood Crystals to the victors of the Three Sanctums' competition, they were granted permission to explore. So the people gathered here were not limited to just the elite disciples of the Eight Sanctums. At that moment, over a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground, their limbs twisted and fresh blood still pooling. They had clearly died not long ago. When the tense crowd heard approaching footsteps, someone immediately shouted, "Who's there? If you want to live, get lost!" Ling Feng calmly touched the bridge of his nose and walked forward, wearing a faint smile. "Who just told me to get lost?" The shouting ceased instantly. A gasp rippled through the crowd. Everyone recognized him. This was Ling Feng, the man who had defeated Ao Han. He was a true powerhouse! The one who had shouted shrank back into the crowd, terrified of being recognized. "It's Senior Brother Long and Senior Sister Bai from the Purple Dragon Hall." One of the elite disciples from the Blue Dragon Hall quickly stepped forward with a slight smile. "I am Lan Hai, chief disciple of the Blue Dragon Hall. It is an honor." The Cyan Dragon Hall's lead disciple followed with a respectful bow. If Ling Feng had not arrived during the Sanctum battle, Minglong Sanctum would have won, and none of the others would have gained entry. Although the Red Dragon Hall's disciples disliked Ling Feng, the other six halls treated him with considerable respect. "Greetings, Senior Brothers." Ling Feng responded with a faint smile. Strength commanded recognition. If he had been just an ordinary demon lord, none of these disciples would have spared him a glance. "Senior Brother Long, behind this Dragon Severing Stone lies one of the ancient vaults of the Heavenly Demon Hall. It is one of the few places in these ruins where treasures still appear." Lan Hai offered an explanation with a polite tone. "Oh?" Ling Feng touched his nose again. "What do you mean?" Lan Hai glanced at him and pointed to a six-pointed star array etched into the Dragon Severing Stone. "This formation was used by the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Hall to draw rewards from the vault. Luckily, it is still functioning. If we place our hand on it and channel our spiritual consciousness into the formation, we might be able to pull out a treasure." Ling Feng gave a slight nod. He had seen similar arrays in many sects. What came out depended entirely on luck. Before the disciples of the Canglong Sanctum had arrived, demon cultivators from various tribal clans had fought fiercely over control of the array. More than a dozen had died. But once the Canglong Sanctum disciples arrived, those tribes had no choice but to retreat. Even so, they had not left. They were still hoping to claim a share of the rewards. "So, how do the two Senior Brothers plan to divide this vault?" Ling Feng smiled but made no move toward the array. "We've been arguing about that," Lan Hai replied with a forced smile. "But since you're here now, Senior Brother Long, it would only be right for you to go first." He did not like the idea, but Ling Feng's strength made it impossible to object. "I couldn't possibly," Ling Feng said with a light cough as he stepped toward the array. "But since everyone insists, it would be impolite to refuse. I'll try and see if there's anything good inside." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 He placed his right hand on the six-pointed star array. A faint dark light shimmered across its surface, and his entire arm sank into the array. Ling Feng began to grope around, searching by touch. Several minutes passed. At last, he withdrew his arm with an irritated expression and muttered, "Damn it. Just my luck. I searched the entire thing and didn't grab a single item." Everyone let out a quiet sigh. Drawing from the vault relied entirely on luck. Since Ling Feng had come up empty-handed, no one had any complaints. He gave the Dragon Severing Stone a hard kick, then turned toward Lan Hai with a sigh. "Senior Brother Lan Hai, it seems this vault has nothing for me. I won't waste any more time." "Uh…" Lan Hai froze for a moment. Is he really leaving already? Not even going to try again? "I'll be going now. I wish you all the best." Ling Feng walked back to Bai Linger with a dark look on his face. "This so-called vault is empty. Don't waste your time. Let's go." Bai Linger frowned slightly. She had wanted to try her luck too, but since Ling Feng said it was pointless, she saw no reason to stay. Ordinary treasures had never interested her much anyway. After the two left, Lan Hai and the Cyan Dragon Hall's lead disciple discussed their next steps. Judging by Ling Feng's disappointment, the vault was probably empty. In the end, they decided to be generous and allow everyone a turn. One by one, the others stepped up to the array and tried their luck. Over ten people came away with nothing. Eventually, they gave up. It became clear that the vault had long since been emptied. That made sense. After hundreds of years of repeated use, whatever treasures had once been stored here had likely been drawn out long ago. "Damn it. We fought and killed each other over an empty vault!" "Well, at least you're still alive. Look at those bodies. They're the ones who really lost!" "Hehe, fair point. Let's go. Time to search for treasure elsewhere!" With grumbling and disappointment, the crowd finally dispersed.