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Without delay, Qinchuan walked toward the top floor of the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion, strolling as if entering an uninhabited territory.

The Supreme Elder and Wu Tian followed closely behind.

Wu Tian and the other elders saw how Qin Qinchuan seemed utterly indifferent to the many exotic treasures in the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion, not even bothering to take a second glance, and they couldn't help but feel a slight surprise in their hearts.

A young warrior in the Condensed Truth Realm, facing the various treasures from the treasury of the Cloud Sect, could remain so unmoved; this level of composure was quietly touching.

However, with a shift in thought, they reasoned that Qinchuan was only fifteen or sixteen years old with a shallow cultivation level; he probably couldn't comprehend the value of these treasures.

After passing through layers of prohibitions, they reached the entrance to the top floor of the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion.

"Above here is the top floor of the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion. The entrance is guarded by terrible prohibitions, and even we, with our tokens in hand, find it difficult to enter. Should anyone try to force their way in, they will be met with a powerful backlash from the prohibitions. Even for us, the consequences would be, at minimum, severe injury; at worst, the soul could be dispersed, utterly annihilating one's existence,"

"With your trifling Condensed Truth Fifth Layer Intermediate Stage cultivation, it's best not to seek your own death."

Wu Tian said in a heavy voice.

Though he didn't have much fondness for Qinchuan, his intentions weren't wicked, and at this moment, he intended to warn Qinchuan of the consequences.

Upon hearing this, Qinchuan merely smiled indifferently, looked at Wu Tian and the others, and said, "I understand the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion better than you do."

Wu Tian's face immediately darkened upon hearing this. This guy was truly a braggart.

The Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion had stood in their Cloud Sect for a hundred thousand years. As the sect leader of the Cloud Sect, the pavilion was like his own backyard. Now, this brash youth dared to claim he knew the pavilion better than he did? Discover hidden stories at empire

He snorted coldly, "Good advice is wasted on the damned. I've said my piece. Should you still seek death, so be it!"

Hearing Wu Tian's words, Qinchuan immediately felt Qin Xiaoyu's hand gently tighten in his palm. Glancing down, he saw Qin Xiaoyu's worried face and said soothingly, "Don't worry, it's not as dangerous as he says. Wait here for me; I'll be back soon."

After speaking, he turned to the Supreme Elder and instructed, "Take good care of Xiaoyu for me."

The Supreme Elder quickly bowed and complied.

In fact, here Qinchuan didn't need to worry about Qin Xiaoyu's safety at all; nowhere was safer than the Cloud Sect.

He took a step towards the entrance to the top floor, and immediately, endless prohibition runes sprang into action, radiating a fierce and dangerous glow.

"Foolhardy!"

An elder couldn't help but curse, "What's wrong with living? You have to seek death! Your death would be your own fault, but your blood defiling the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion would be unforgivable!"

Although it seemed like a reprimand, it was actually another attempt to persuade Qinchuan not to take the risk.

"There is nothing in this world that can take my life!"

Qinchuan's expression remained indifferent. He did not take these prohibitions seriously at all.

These were, after all, prohibitions he had placed himself in days gone by; he could not be more familiar with them.

He approached the entrance, reached out his hand, and lightly tapped upon the flickering runes a few times.

In an instant, the passage enveloped by the prohibitions parted to each side.

Qinchuan calmly stepped inside, and the entryway closed behind him.

Everyone outside could only see that amidst the divine light of the prohibitions, Qinchuan ascended step by step like a Heavenly God, the divine light of the prohibitions flowing around him, yet it did not harm him in the slightest.

"This..."

Wu Tian and the elders immediately widened their eyes, faces filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible, what did he do? The prohibitions... they did not repel him?!"

"How can this be? He can truly enter the top floor of the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion?!"

Waves of shock surged through everyone's hearts, leaving them dumbfounded.

Qin Xiaoyu, who had been tense at first, heard Wu Tian and the others' exclamations and learned that the divine light from the prohibitions posed no threat to Qinchuan. She too let out a sigh of relief, and looking at the astonished faces of the Cloud Sect's high echelons, she couldn't help but smile, her delicate little face radiant with a cute expression.

"Supreme Elder, who exactly is he? Can't even I know?"

After a long while, Wu Tian opened his mouth, recovering from the shock. He took a deep breath and turned to look seriously and solemnly at the Supreme Elder.

The Supreme Elder shook his head.

...

At the top level of the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion.

Although it had been many years since anyone had visited this place, it remained immaculate.

The spacious attic shimmered with dazzling light.

Around the room, ancient treasures were displayed, each one could incite a bloody storm of covetousness if brought outside.

However, Qinchuan seemed uninterested.

In his lifetime, he had seen too many treasures.

Even if the Great Emperor's Artifacts and Supreme Dao Artifacts were placed before him, it would be hard for him to take a second glance.

It was not that he thought little of them, but rather a matter of being jaded and numb after seeing so much.

There was a jade desk in front of him.

On it lay the Four Treasures of the Study.

The ink in the inkstone on the desk had dried, but its color was still fresh.

The inkstone looked simple and bore the marks of time. Qinchuan's Emperor Soul could sense that the inkstone was interwoven with Dao and principle.

Clearly, this inkstone had been used by Wu Yong for a lengthy period, absorbing his Imperial Dao aura, and intertwining within it some aspects of Dao and principle, making it qualify as an Emperor Item.

However, it still did not qualify as a Supreme Dao Artifact; at most, it was a Half-Step Supreme Artifact.

Beyond the inkstone, there was also the brush, which similarly interwove some Dao and principle. If placed outside, it would be considered a Supreme Treasure that top forces would fiercely contend over.

Qinchuan glanced at it briefly, his gaze landing on a golden scroll on the desk.

The scroll lay open, spread out on the desk.

As Qinchuan's gaze fell upon it, the scroll seemed to sense his presence and suddenly burst forth with streaks of golden light.

The golden light coalesced and finally formed a figure, which appeared behind the desk, seated on a chair.

"Subordinate Wu Yong greets the master's return," said the golden figure, immediately standing up from the seat and bowing respectfully to Qinchuan.

Qinchuan's expression was indifferent and carried an air of authority as he calmly stepped forward.

"I asked you to stay in the Congyun Sect and guard what I left behind. I never expected that upon my return, you would be gone, leaving only a wisp of your thoughts. Tell me, what secret did you discover that made you disobey my command to leave this place?"

Authority was evident in Qinchuan's composed words.

On the desk, the Artifact Spirit within the inkstone stirred awake.

The brush also vibrated, its interwoven Dao and principle circulating, and its Artifact Spirit awakening.

These two Half-Step Supreme Artifacts, both extraordinary, had been tainted with imperial intent, their Artifact Spirits highly intelligent.

Upon hearing the conversation between Qinchuan and Wu Yong's thought form, both Artifact Spirits of the Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifacts were surprised and curious about who this young man suddenly appearing in the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion could be, to receive such respect from their master who even addressed him as "master."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Spring and Autumn, what should we call the master of our master?" the Artifact Spirit of the Heavenly Metamorphosis Inkstone communicated to the Artifact Spirit of the Spring and Autumn Brush, asking somewhat innocently.

"Shouldn't the master of our master be addressed as the Grandmaster? How do you not know something so simple," replied the Artifact Spirit of the Spring and Autumn Brush with a tone of disdain.

"How could I not know? I was just testing you, to see if you knew!" retorted the inkstone immediately.