The Ancestor led the new disciples into an independent space where an incomparably magnificent hall stretched before them.
The hall measured ten billion kilometers in width and rose five hundred billion kilometers into the endless void. Countless floors and towering levels ascended one above another, disappearing into the darkness beyond.
Looking at the awestruck disciples, the Ancestor spoke.
"This hall is one of many gateways through which cultivators may eventually enter the Void Realm."
She slowly looked around the enormous structure.
"It is known as the Treasure Land."
"Within it are countless weapons, artifacts, and unique treasures left behind by the Gods of Creation, along with the inheritances of your seniors who fought in the wars of the Void Realm."
The disciples followed her along an immense pathway lined with innumerable treasures.
Ancient swords, divine spears, mysterious artifacts, and countless unknown relics rested quietly on both sides of the hall, each radiating a unique aura accumulated through endless ages.
After a while, the Ancestor led them to another floor directly above the first.
The moment Solanky stepped onto that floor, his heart suddenly trembled.
He instinctively felt that something hidden within the vast hall was calling to him.
At the same time, something inside his own body resonated in response.
The Ancestor looked toward the disciples.
"I will give each of you one month."
"Choose the weapon or artifact you believe suits you best."
She smiled faintly.
"This is the safest place within the God Realm."
"I shall leave for now and return after one month to bring all of you back."
As soon as her words ended, she disappeared.
The disciples immediately scattered in different directions, eagerly searching for treasures that resonated with them.
Only Solanky remained where he stood.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Deep within his abdomen, the dormant clan treasure suddenly began rotating.
His expression instantly changed.
Ever since Elena had destroyed the Blood-Stained Sword and entrusted the broken pearl to him, the clan treasure had never reacted this way.
Even after merging with the mysterious treasure he had received at birth, it had remained completely dormant.
Yet now...
It was reacting violently.
Curious, Solanky slowly stepped backward while carefully observing the treasure inside his body.
The instant he took his second step, the rotating treasure suddenly stopped and became completely still once more.
His eyes widened.
Without hesitation, he sprinted forward.
Immediately, the treasure resumed spinning, this time much faster than before.
He could clearly sense that the treasure was pulling toward his left.
Turning in that direction, he found himself facing an enormous pile of ancient treasures and weapons.
The clan treasure within him began vibrating while continuing its rapid rotation.
Solanky quietly sat before the pile.
He slowly stretched out his right hand.
The instant he did so, two silver boxes suddenly flew toward him before hovering quietly in the air.
He reached out and touched them.
The lids opened simultaneously.
To his surprise, both boxes appeared completely empty.
There was nothing inside.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hands, both silver boxes suddenly melted into liquid.
Before Solanky could react, the liquid flowed onto his hands and instantly solidified into a pair of black gloves.
Startled, he immediately tried to remove them.
No matter what method he used, the gloves refused to come off.
Frowning, he closed his eyes and examined the clan treasure within his body.
What he discovered left him utterly speechless.
The clan treasure had completely fused with every inch of his flesh, blood, and bones.
For a long moment, Solanky remained silent.
Eventually, he calmed himself.
He soon realized that the strength of his bloodline had increased dramatically.
Even his physical body had advanced to the level of a High-Level God.
Without wasting another moment, Solanky sat down and began circulating both his bloodline power and spiritual energy.
To his surprise, he naturally comprehended the Third Level of the Defying Source Body Technique.
His strength surged explosively.
His overall power had now reached 48,300 times that of an ordinary Elementary God.
Compared to a normal High-Level God, his strength exceeded theirs by more than nine times.
A smile appeared on Solanky's face.
However, he quickly remembered the repeated warnings given to him by Elena, Gido, and the Grand Elder.
His excitement immediately subsided.
He attempted to suppress his bloodline once again.
The result completely astonished him.
Unlike before, when his displayed power was permanently fixed regardless of how much he suppressed it, he now possessed complete control over the amount of strength he revealed.
He could freely increase or decrease his apparent cultivation.
Experimenting with his newfound control, he adjusted his displayed strength several times.
Five hundred times.
One thousand five hundred times.
Three thousand times.
Seven thousand times.
Eleven thousand times.
Twenty-two thousand three hundred and forty times.
Thirty-eight thousand five hundred times.
Finally, he reduced it to five thousand times, perfectly matching the strength of an ordinary High-Level God.
Satisfied with the results, Solanky stood up.
Only three days remained before everyone would leave the Treasure Land.
He decided it was finally time to choose a weapon.
Not far away, he noticed an elegant sword.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the black gloves suddenly transformed.
Dense black-silver armor rapidly spread across both of his arms, while a gleaming silver sword materialized within his grasp.
Solanky stared in disbelief.
He immediately willed both the sword and the armored gauntlets to disappear.
Instantly, they dissolved into streams of light before merging back into his ash-gray skin.
A look of amazement filled his face.
Curious, he imagined a complete suit of armor.
The next instant, black-silver armor expanded across his entire body, forming a perfectly fitted full-body suit.
The aura emitted by the armor instantly reached the level of a God Emperor.
He then imagined exposing his face.
The helmet smoothly receded, revealing his features.
However, only moments later, Solanky's expression changed.
He suddenly felt dizzy.
The full-body armor consumed an enormous amount of spiritual energy.
Without hesitation, he dismissed it.
The armor immediately vanished into his body.
Solanky let out a helpless sigh.
"I'll only use this form if my life truly depends on it."
He lowered his head and noticed that even the black-silver gloves had completely disappeared, merging seamlessly into his skin.
After calming himself, he walked back toward the main pathway.
Many of the other disciples had already gathered there.
Each of them proudly displayed the treasures they had obtained.
Some carried divine spears.
Others held swords, bows, axes, rods, massive war hammers, and countless other extraordinary weapons.
They enthusiastically discussed their newfound treasures with one another.
Solanky quietly joined the group.
One of the disciples smiled.
"Brother Solanky, did you manage to obtain a treasure as well?"
Solanky nodded.
Instead of revealing his true treasure, he casually produced an ordinary dagger.
It was simply a normal weapon he had picked up while returning to the main path.
No one suspected anything.
Just then, a familiar voice echoed throughout the Treasure Land.
"It seems many of you have gained valuable opportunities during this visit."
"But it is time to return."
"You should begin familiarizing yourselves with your newly acquired treasures."
Space rippled.
The Ancestor of the Sky Hybrid Sect stepped out from the void before them.
With a casual wave of her hand, the familiar floating rock fragment materialized from nothingness.
The eight hundred disciples, including Solanky, were gently gathered onto it.
Without another word, the Ancestor tore through space and teleported everyone away from the Treasure Land.