Chapter 38: Reaching the Treasury
"Really?" Darnell replied with a mix of excitement and shock, but he quickly composed himself, regaining his usual calm demeanor before continuing, "What do we do now?"
"Heh." Sollivan smirked, his tone dripping with disdain. "Simple. We jump in."
Darnell furrowed his brows and asked indignantly, "Are you mocking me? Or have you run out of the knowledge you’ve been flaunting? Listen carefully, if you don’t have an effective solution, I’m leaving, and you can face your enemies alone."
"Hah." Sollivan sighed with obvious disappointment. "The more I argue with you, the more I doubt you were ever a true Golden Commander. Your knowledge is so limited. Didn’t you understand what I meant?"
Darnell’s anger flared at Sollivan’s skeptical words. He puffed out his chest arrogantly and said, "Then enlighten me with your wisdom."
"Fine, it’s very simple. Do you know how old this treasury is?" Sollivan asked suddenly, but he didn’t wait for an answer before continuing.
"Clearly, it’s over two thousand years old. Do you think an illusion formation could maintain its effectiveness for that long? So, stop worrying and just go in. You were once a Golden Commander at the peak of the late Path-Opening realm, just a step away from the peak layer. Are you telling me your mental strength and willpower can be easily shattered by an ancient formation that’s barely holding itself together?"
Darnell raised his brows in understanding, and his scowl lessened, but he wasn’t entirely convinced by Sollivan’s words. "Still, what you’re saying is just a theory. Even if it’s true, I’d need several minutes to break free from the illusion’s effects. And clearly, there are people who’ve already entered before us. What’s stopping them from stabbing me to death before I can break free?"
"Coward." Sollivan coughed.
"What did you say?" Darnell growled angrily.
"Ah, nothing." Sollivan flashed a gentle smile, then turned to Devlin, who was lost in thought, and calmly ordered, "Stay here and keep watch. Don’t go in, is that clear?"
"You crippled bastard, are you ignoring me?" Darnell’s frustration grew.