Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2691: The Vault

Kronos’ personal hall stretched nearly fifty meters long, built from radiant materials that shimmered with an otherworldly luster. Every inch of it screamed wealth and arrogance. The walls glowed faintly as if they themselves were polished gemstones, while the air inside carried a crisp fragrance, like incense lingering from centuries past. This was no simple chamber—it was a shrine to Kronos’ greed and vanity.The hall displayed the personality of its former master in vivid detail. Kronos had not only hoarded treasures—he had turned his obsession into art. Each shelf, statue, and pedestal was arranged to show not only his power, but his pride in displaying it. And now, all of it was about to fall into Emery’s hands. The irony of it made Emery’s lips curve faintly.

On the left side stretched a wall lined with silver shelves, each holding rows of artifacts. Emery quickly counted more than thirty on display. They were organized with deliberate precision, each artifact mounted as though it were a piece in a grand museum.

The right wall mirrored it, except here the shelves were filled with tools, tomes, and glowing crystals. Between the two walls stood yet another statue of Kronos, this one carved with a torch held high, a permanent symbol of his self-proclaimed brilliance.

But the true heart of the hall lay in the center. Two massive wooden chests, each nearly five meters long, rested proudly upon a raised platform.

The chests themselves were crafted from rare spiritual wood, their polished grain emanating a faint fragrance. Despite their ancient age, the color had not faded, nor had their sheen diminished—a sign that they were reinforced with preservation arrays.

Emery approached them slowly, his eyes narrowing. With a wave of his sleeve, the lids of both chests swung open with a heavy creak.

The first chest revealed a mountain of glittering spirit stones. Several hundred mid-grade stones pulsed with vibrant energy, like hundreds of glowing suns packed tightly together.

The second chest was even more valuable. Inside, stacked neatly row upon row, were boxes of varying sizes. When Emery extended his sense, he discovered they were filled with rare cultivation materials, unique herbs, and precious pills.

Hovering nearby, Vayarel let out a low whistle. "The owner must have been a faction leader, no?"

and how he had been forced to retreat time and again. With such a wing at his command, combined with his spatial mastery, he would never again need to run from a stronger foe. He could outfly them all.

Yet his excitement dimmed quickly. A thought gnawed at him.

If this artifact was so powerful, why hadn’t Kronos used it?

He extended his divine sense deeper into the wings. The answer soon became clear—it was unfinished. The artifact had not been properly refined, missing a few critical components. It also required someone proficient in both wind and lightning laws to wield its full potential.

Even so, Emery’s eyes burned with anticipation. One day, he promised himself, he would make this artifact his own.

Then he turned to the second object. It was far less grand in appearance, almost underwhelming in comparison to the radiant wings. It appeared to be nothing more than a piece of golden fabric, hanging limp against the wall. But its aura... its aura rippled with the unmistakable touch of divinity.

It was a fleece woven of golden threads that seemed to glimmer with life itself.

Emery took a sharp breath, reading its name.

The Golden Fleece.