# 1202
Chapter 1203: Inside the Treasury
Lin Qiye opened his eyes in the mist.
He glanced at the island moving at an extremely slow pace below and took a deep breath, descending on his cloud once more.
The vines scattered across the island sensed Lin Qiye's approach and soared into the sky again, lashing toward his face like lightning.
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed. He took a step in midair.
Boom—!!
The majestic pressure of a king radiated outward from him in waves, causing circular tides to surge across the surrounding waters. The vines that had flown into the air shuddered and froze in place.
[Tyrant's Wrath]!
The moment this aura appeared, the King Turtle, which had been inching forward, seemed to sense something. Its幽绿色的眼睛转动，凝视着高空的Lin Qiye。
片刻之后，半空中的藤蔓同时倒卷，收回了龟壳之中。
果然有效！
Lin Qiye's lips curved into a smile as he descended directly onto the turtle shell. His spiritual sense swept the area, finding a gap at the edge of the shell that led inside.
Without the King Turtle blocking the way, Lin Qiye entered smoothly.
According to Gilgamesh, the King's Treasury was located within the turtle shell. The moment Lin Qiye stepped inside, he saw it.
It was a massive blue cube, suspended in the dark void within the shell, emanating a soft white glow. Roughly speaking, it was about the size of several Gymnasiums.
Countless dark gold patterns were carved into its surface—mysterious and ornate.
"Something this huge... No wonder Gilgamesh said I couldn't take it."
Lin Qiye flew to the cube and attempted to manipulate it with [Dark Corruption], but no matter how much effort he put in, he couldn't move it even slightly. Even summoning magic sigils couldn't be inscribed upon it.
The treasury itself seemed to be a powerful artifact.
Lin Qiye pressed his palm against the cube's surface. Ripples spread across its exterior, the dark gold patterns gradually lighting up. The next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood.
...
When Lin Qiye opened his eyes again, he found himself in a desert of flying yellow sand.
"Internal space of the treasury? It's larger than I imagined."
Lin Qiye surveyed his surroundings. Under the azure sky, countless sand dunes stretched endlessly—no end in sight.
In Lin Qiye's understanding, the King's Treasury should be a warehouse for storing divine artifacts. He hadn't expected to find natural landscapes inside, and ones so vivid at that.
But thinking about it more carefully, it wasn't strange. Gilgamesh had convinced the best artifact forger in Uruk to move his entire family into the treasury, which meant there was an environment inside that could sustain human life.
He wondered if that family still survived within the treasury after all these thousands of years?
Lin Qiye draped in his black cloak, summoned [Somersault Cloud] atop a sand dune and soared into the sky, his spiritual sense scanning the surroundings.
According to Gilgamesh, he couldn't subdue this treasury unless he found the [Star Coins]... But with the treasury being this vast, where exactly were the [Star Coins] hidden?
Just as Lin Qiye flew into the air, he seemed to sense something and abruptly turned to look behind him.
Three black dots rapidly enlarged in his vision!
Whizz, whizz, whizz—!!
A silver mechanical bird, a blood-red spear, and a pair of winged boots were hurtling toward him at astonishing speed.
"Divine artifacts?"
Lin Qiye's heart tightened. He immediately pushed his full power forward to flee.
The speed of [Somersault Cloud] was considered the pinnacle of flight speed. Under Lin Qiye's maximum exertion, he began to pull away from the silver bird and the spear. However, that pair of winged boots wasn't just keeping up—it was getting closer!
The faster Lin Qiye flew, the faster the boots flew. The distance between them was shrinking rapidly.
"How is this possible?" Lin Qiye watched the boots stomping through the air toward him, disbelief written all over his face.
He furrowed his brow in thought for a long while, then actively slowed the [Somersault Cloud]. At the same time, the boots' speed gradually diminished, and the gap between them widened.
Lin Qiye finally discovered the boots' pattern.
The faster I go, the better it can catch up to me? As long as I'm slow enough, I can outrun it?
What kind of strange divine artifact is this!
Though Lin Qiye found the boots' pattern and could slow down to shake them off, if he reduced his speed, that spear and the silver bird would immediately catch up.
He didn't know what abilities those two artifacts held, but Lin Qiye could sense he probably couldn't withstand their attacks.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye gave up on flying entirely. He descended back to the desert. The three flying artifacts circled in the air for a long while, and after seemingly finding it boring, they left on their own.
"These artifacts have already developed their own sentience... Is this the effect of the treasury nurturing them for thousands of years?"
Lin Qiye finally relaxed as he watched the three of them depart.
Fortunately, these three artifacts seemed to be just idle with nothing better to do, without any killing intent. Otherwise, he might have faced a life-or-death crisis the moment he entered the treasury.
Lin Qiye, wrapped in his cloak, stepped onto a sand dune. His gaze swept along the horizon into the distance, where he caught a glimpse of a towering,连绵的黑色轮廓。
"那是什么东西？城池？" Lin Qiye's brow furrowed slightly.
He started walking directly toward the black silhouette.
The distance was considerable. Even traveling at Lin Qiye's speed, it took several hours to arrive. But as he got closer, the true form of the black silhouette gradually revealed itself.
It was a city wall.
Black bricks emanating a faint glow were stacked layer upon layer. When sunlight struck them, not a single ray was reflected—it was as if a连绵的黑洞，吞噬着所有落在表面的光线。
Lin Qiye climbed to the top of a nearby sand dune and looked up at this towering black city wall, puzzlement spreading across his face.
"果然是城池...是人为建造的，还是某种特殊神器？"
Just as Lin Qiye was lost in contemplation, the massive dark red city gate at the center of the black wall slowly opened.
Seven or eight shirtless, muscular men dragged wooden-wheeled carts loaded with empty barrels out of the city, chatting and laughing.
Judging from their clothing style, they weren't products of modern times—they should have come from the era Gilgamesh lived in.
"难道是当年来自乌鲁克的锻造世家的后人？"
Lin Qiye didn't rush into the city. Instead, he concealed himself behind a sand dune and observed them with his spiritual sense.
After deliberation, he transformed into a wisp of night and quietly followed behind them.