Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 95: The Treasure Vault Opens

The myriad shadows belonged to the moon, and a thousand lives were born of autumn.

Amid the glowing firefly-like lights, a large ship emerged from the night, gliding silently across the rippling water. Before it reached the shore, Morning Star Magus seemed to rise into the air out of nowhere, soaring four or five meters high before landing lightly on the ship’s deck.

Such mastery of movement techniques was truly astonishing.

The gathered crowd couldn’t help but marvel.

Though they all displayed their own techniques to board the ship, none matched Morning Star Magus’s effortless flight. Most had to leap or use the ship’s structure for support.

Aizen, having practiced the Skylark’s Flight—a movement technique focused on leaping and ascending—had reached a modest level of proficiency. Even so, he could only manage a leap of about three meters before exhausting his strength. While far short of Morning Star Magus’s sixteen to seventeen meters, it was still enough to propel him onto the ship with a strong, full-powered jump.

To leap three meters was a feat for most, but Morning Star Magus’s casual ascent to nearly seventeen meters without visible effort left everyone in awe.

Once aboard, the ship began to sail toward the pavilion in the center of the lake.

Though called a "small lake," it spanned a full hectare, approximately 10,000 square meters. The pavilion at the lake’s center was at least three to four hundred meters from the shore by estimation.

Aizen surmised that with Morning Star Magus’s extraordinary mastery of movement techniques, he could easily skim across the water to the pavilion. However, none of the others present could hope to achieve such a feat.

For Aizen, Skylark’s Flight was adept at leaping and ascending but wasn’t suitable for running across water. Even if he pushed himself to expend internal aura, he could at most skim the surface for 50 or 60 meters. Beyond that, it was impossible.

Even for those with strong movement techniques and internal aura, crossing 300 to 400 meters on water was a daunting challenge, highlighting the gap between ordinary practitioners and true martial masters.

When the ship reached the pavilion, Morning Star Magus did not disembark. He stood at the bow, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the crescent moon on the horizon, as though waiting.

Everyone understood that the Treasure Vault of Treisenberg City had yet to open, and Morning Star Magus was merely biding his time.

The moon slowly emerged from behind a veil of clouds, like a shy maiden peeking out from behind a silken fan, her curious gaze filled with both bashfulness and reserve.

As more of the moon’s light spilled from the clouds, the glowing firefly-like lights rising from the lake grew denser.

These tiny, ethereal lights, hovering between reality and illusion, drew astonished gasps from a few of the women present. They reached out to touch the lights, only for them to dissipate the moment contact was made. Such a strange phenomenon left everyone perplexed.

Aizen observed carefully but couldn’t discern the nature of the lights.

"Look!"

"Wow, how beautiful."

"Is the Treasure Vault about to open?"

Suddenly, hushed voices spread among the crowd as all the glowing lights began converging toward the pavilion at the lake’s center.

In an instant, the entire pavilion was engulfed in the glowing lights, transforming it into what seemed like a celestial palace radiating an aura of mystery and wonder.

The lake began to ripple violently, with the source of the disturbance centered on the pavilion.

Focusing his gaze, Aizen spotted something through the brilliant glow. The stone tables and chairs in the pavilion seemed to move aside, revealing a massive, pitch-black passageway in the floor.

The moment the passageway appeared, the glowing lights swirled like doves returning to their nest, pouring into the dark opening and illuminating it with a radiant brilliance.

At this moment, Morning Star Magus’s resonant voice echoed across the lake.

"The Treasure Vault is now open. The passage will remain accessible for thirty breaths. Enter quickly. After half a day, the passage will reopen. Once you hear the signal, exit immediately. Remember, no fighting inside the vault. Violators will face severe punishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group responded affirmatively and began leaping toward the pavilion like birds returning to their forest.

Thirty breaths wasn’t a long time, but it was sufficient for everyone to enter the passageway.

Aizen and Miles followed, leaping onto the pavilion and stepping into the passage, which was wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The steps, paved with green stone, were damp and slick.

Descending the stairs, the faint sound of dripping water accompanied them. The footsteps of those ahead were orderly, as everyone proceeded steadily into the depths below.

Aizen and Miles walked side by side, neither willing to expose their back to the other. Their mutual wariness led them to proceed in tacit unison.

The glowing firefly-like lights gradually faded as they descended. After no more than fifty steps, an orange-red glow began to emanate from below, accompanied by exclamations of awe from those ahead.

Rounding a corner, they reached the bottom of the staircase and were greeted by the sight of a massive pool, more than nine meters wide and stretching over thirty meters in length.

It could hardly be called a "water pool," as the liquid flowing within resembled molten lava, emitting a radiant orange-red light and a palpable heat. Waves of hot air surged toward them, filling the space.

Occasionally, faint traces of the firefly-like lights could be seen merging into the lava-like liquid, deepening its fiery hue.

"So, this is the Essence of Primordial Flame? Truly extraordinary! I can already feel my long-stagnant acupoints loosening. Could it really help me unlock my meridians?"

"Of course! Why else would our elders send us here? Quickly, into the pool!"

The group of imperial disciples grew visibly excited, though some cast wary glances toward Aizen and Miles.

A young man with a tall crown spoke up, his tone sharp. "You two, stay away from us. Members of the Heavenly Demon Clan are always treacherous and venomous. I suggest you behave yourselves and don’t provoke us. Otherwise, even if fighting in the Treasure Vault is forbidden, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Aizen remained silent, his gaze briefly sweeping toward the man and the woman . Both glanced back at him—one with disdain, the other with indifference—before quickly looking away.

"Hmph! Did you hear me?"

The crowned youth sneered, clearly irritated by Aizen’s lack of response.

Miles, however, chuckled. "Sure, we’ll stay out of each other’s way."

With that, he shot Aizen a sidelong glance before stepping toward a corner of the pool. The crowned youth narrowed his eyes at Aizen one last time, then turned away with a cold huff and stepped into the pool.

Aizen’s indifferent attitude had left the youth feeling slighted, his pride bruised in front of the crowd. Still, the opportunity to cultivate in the Treasure Vault took precedence, and he resolved to settle the score with Aizen after leaving the vault.

The pool was large enough to accommodate forty to fifty people comfortably.

Aizen selected a corner far from the others, ensuring a safe distance from everyone. Without hesitation, he removed his clothing, prompting gasps and scolding from a group of women nearby.

"Miss , don’t mind him. Just don’t look. People like him, those shameless scoundrels from the demonic path, have no sense of propriety or decorum."

"Exactly! Ignore him!"

Though the group said this, many secretly envied Aizen’s decision. They all knew that direct contact with the Essence of Primordial Flame would yield the best results, as it allowed the body to fully absorb and refine its energy.

Yet, bound by etiquette, morals, and a sense of propriety, they hesitated. Even if their minds yearned for the same approach, their words denied it, and their actions reflected restraint.

Aizen’s boldness inspired a mix of jealousy and disdain. They couldn’t stand seeing someone so unbothered by societal norms.

Miles, too, shed his clothing and submerged himself fully into the pool, his entire body naked as he entered the fiery liquid.

Aizen slipped into the pool as well, his bare form submerged in the molten-like substance. He couldn’t help but notice the angry remarks from the women nearby, accompanied by furtive glances in his direction.

The contradiction between their words and their stolen looks amused and disgusted him. Their outward scorn and inward curiosity were all too telling.