Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. He seldom mentioned his name in front of others after coming out of Shadow Island. Now Leblanc actually called him Mr. Zhou. It seemed that he had underestimated this woman's intelligence ability before.

Leblanc moved lightly, her figure walking in front was as graceful as a mandala blooming in the dark night. The arc of her lips was like a crescent moon, crushing all the losses she had suffered at Zhou Xian's hands in the past.

The brief advantage in this game brought a seductive smile to the corners of her eyes, and the dormant fire in her heart also ignited with joy.

However, the joy she had just felt due to some kind of opportunity was instantly frozen by Zhou Xian's next reaction. She thought that the other party would ask her how she knew his name, but Zhou Xian was only surprised for a moment, and his deep eyes flashed a glimmer, and then he returned to his calm. After that, he followed her without saying a word, and the sound of his footsteps mixed with the silence around him, as if crushing her expectations.

"Humph, extremely boring."

Leblanc frowned slightly, and a cold snort escaped from her cherry lips, and her frosty face added a bit of disgust. She pointed casually with her slender hand, and her words were as cold and hard as ice: "We're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door made of black iron creaked heavily and slowly retreated to both sides. It was completely different from the long, dark, cobweb-covered corridor when he came in. The golden light overflowed from the gap between the doors like a tide. When the door was fully opened, the dazzling light rushed in.

Countless gold and silver vessels reflected the candlelight, jadeite jade was emitting green halos, and pearl necklaces were hanging down like a galaxy. The entire treasury was like a sealed sun, displaying the luxury and mystery of a thousand-year-old collection before our eyes.

"These are the treasures of the Black Rose over the past thousand years. You can choose whatever you like." Leblanc's voice was like a silver bell, and she smiled. Her slender fingertips lightly touched the staff, and the runes on the gilded staff head suddenly lit up. She turned sideways gracefully, and her black skirt swept across the ground, as if the night fog was dispersing, revealing the passage full of rare treasures in front of Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian nodded, and pressed his bony fingers hard on the door frame, causing the black iron door frame to make a low hum. He strode into the jeweled palace, the flickering light of the gilded candlesticks cast a shadow on his angular face, and the priceless gold and silver utensils were nothing but shadows in his eyes.

He looked straight ahead, his boots treading over the jade-inlaid floor tiles, passing through the layers of treasure curtains, and walked straight towards the shadows deep in the treasury. The wind brought by the corners of his clothes lifted the mountains of pearls, but it did not cause the slightest ripple on him.

Stepping into the deepest part of the treasure house, a gilded shelf made of black iron suddenly appeared before my eyes. There were more than ten artifacts on the shelf, including a simple bronze compass with a cold light, a cracked crystal ball with a faint blue halo, and faded parchment wrapped with chains. Each item was surrounded by fine runes, winding like a silver snake, and dark red seals were looming in the gaps between the runes, as if a mysterious power was surging in it. The hum of ancient spells could be heard faintly, telling the secret past of the dusty years.

Zhou Xian's palm slid slowly along the cold bronze lines, and the slight vibration from his fingertips seemed like the low hum of the artifact across time and space. The runes on his fingertips shone like ripples, pulling out the remaining breath - the bronze compass was condensed with the smell of murderous gunpowder, the crystal ball was wrapped with the faint breath of dragons, and the faded sheepskin scrolls still had the burnt smell of thunder splitting the air. These mottled marks clearly told that the owner of each artifact was a powerful person who could stir up the world in his lifetime. The power that once intimidated a party, even after years of wear and tear, still left a thrilling pressure on the surface of the artifact.

Zhou Xian's fingertips paused on the cracked crystal ball, and he lowered his eyes to gaze at the dim rune veins inside. Suddenly, he chuckled at himself, and the sigh that escaped from his throat startled the dust on the shelf.

The sharp sword intent that once stirred the world, the majestic flames that burned the mountains and rivers, now only the broken fragments linger in the gaps between the runes. The needle of the gilded compass has long been broken, and the spells on the parchment scroll have been corroded into spider-web-like holes. Even if there is still a faint spiritual light flowing, it is only a flash of the past power. He shook his head slowly, and the black hem of his clothes swept across the broken jade piled on the ground. The trembling and falling dust was like the fragments of the avenue that disappeared in time.

Fortunately, the dust of the years has not buried all the glory. Zhou Xian's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a hawk, firmly locked on the middle of the rack - the bone staff wrapped with dark red chains was glowing with a strange light, and the blood crystals condensed in the grooves of the staff exuded a fishy and sweet smell in the air, as if it was still breathing out the murderous aura of the past.

Next to it, a pair of leather boots covered with tiny particles of light were flowing with the breath of wind element, as if every step would leave storm-like traces on the ground; and the emerald bead suspended in the void, the fluorescence flowing on the surface was like rippling green waves, faintly revealing the rhythm of the vigorous growth of life. The three elements complemented each other, drawing a strange light dividing line in the depths of the dim treasure house.

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, flicked his fingers, and three invisible Qi forces broke through the air, accurately hitting the sealing nodes of the three treasures. In an instant, the runes wrapped around them were like being hit by a heavy hammer, breaking into tiny streams of light, the blood crystal staff let out a scream of regaining freedom, the soft boots burst into gusts of wind, and the halo on the surface of the emerald bead surged violently, as if the dormant ancient power was forcibly awakened. Ripples appeared in the air.

Zhou Xian flicked his fingers, and the bright light wrapped around the soft boots and the emerald beads, and instantly sank into the space ring between his fingers. But when he tried to take the blood crystal staff with his palm, the air suddenly solidified - the dark red chain wrapped around the staff suddenly straightened, bursting out a dazzling scarlet light, and bounced all his magic power away. The staff was suspended in the air, the runes twisted like a living thing, emitting a teeth-grinding scream, and the cold pressure surged around, as if declaring that it would never succumb to anyone's will.

The scarlet chain trembled, the blood crystal staff spun wildly in midair, and the black mist seeping out of the cracks condensed into a distorted human face. A hoarse voice burst out from the center of the staff, sometimes low like a devil's whisper, sometimes high like a crazy laugh: "Hold me, hold me! You will control the power of killing gods! The blood of the entire continent will become your sacrifice!"

Those broken runes suddenly turned into scarlet vines, winding and stretching in the air, wrapping around Zhou Xian's wrist. The bewitching whispers were accompanied by powerful mental pressure, which seemed to forcibly break through the defense of his will.

Zhou Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring at the blood crystal staff that was still struggling and hissing in the air with interest, and his voice was low and teasing: "Oh? Really? I wonder if I can beat that guy Aatrox if I hold you?"

As the words fell, the air around them seemed to stagnate slightly because of the mention of the Darkin's name. The blood crystal staff trembled more and more violently, and there was a hint of panic in the bewitching whisper, as if some taboo had been touched. This abnormal behavior made Zhou Xian more certain of his guess.

(End of this chapter)