Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 448: Quitting While You’re Ahead

The Power of Faith is inherently a high-order force and can naturally serve as one of the sources to nourish the World Tree Seed.

However, with the amount of Power of Faith Duke currently possesses, it’s far from enough to revive the World Tree Seed, at least not in the short term.

"I’ve told you the method. As for how to execute it, whether you can do it or not, that depends on your skill and destiny~" Yarbede’s figure began to fade and then completely dissipated, leaving the treasury in complete silence.

After Yarbede’s departure, Duke was left alone at the bottom of the vast, deathly silent underground treasury.

Duke glanced around; this was an extraordinarily regular giant cubic space, with a length, width, and height all exceeding a hundred meters, as if it had been precisely measured and cut by a God with compasses and rulers.

The ground beneath his feet, the walls around him, and the ceiling above him were all cast in one piece from that deep, faintly starlit Sea Heart Iron, seamlessly integrated without any visible joints.

The enormous sense of space brought a strong feeling of smallness and oppression, as if being inside a metallic Divine Hall buried underground.

The air seemed to stagnate due to this absolute enclosure, carrying an eternally unchanged cold and dry atmosphere, with each breath leaving a metallic chill.

The light source came from neither any obvious lamps nor windows; the entire Sea Heart Iron-made walls and floor emitted a very faint, nearly eternal cold light.

This light presented a pale blue-gray hue, as if from the deep sea or the starry sky, evenly illuminating every corner of the space, making everything visible while unable to dispel the thick silence and mystery lingering in the air.

This made the space bright yet devoid of warmth or life, more like the interior of a grand and exquisite coffin.

Most notable was the omnipresent energy field; the Sea Heart Iron itself had a strong conductivity and enclosure for energy, turning the entire space into a giant energy container.

Duke could clearly feel the massive and stable energy flow slowly coursing through the cold metal beneath, around, and above him.

They were like the beat of a slumbering dragon’s pulse, low and powerful, together forming an immensely strong defensive system, thoroughly isolating this place from the outside world.

The invisible pressure brought by the energy density was like deep-sea water, pressing in from all sides on any outsiders within.

Simultaneously, it was precisely this energy that long maintained the absolute purity here, with not a trace of dust nor any microorganism sensed.

In the absolute center of this large, cold, smooth metal space exuding inhuman brilliance, the lonely gray-white pedestal appeared particularly obtrusive and conspicuous.

It seemed as if moved here from elsewhere, placed arbitrarily, and clashed with the surrounding precise, extraordinary environment.

The pedestal material seemed ordinary, like some unpolished natural stone, with a rough surface bearing small holes and textures formed by time and nature.

This place was completely isolated from the layers above in the underground treasury.

Apart from the small Sea Heart Iron hole at the bottom through which he entered, now slowly self-repairing, the smooth, cold walls and ceiling showed no sign of doors, passages, or elevators.

It seemed that even if any Wizards above entered the underground treasury, it would be challenging for them to discover this lowest layer.

Because the Sea Heart Iron, coupled with the surging energy, silently concealed everything here.

This was a completely sealed independent space, like a gigantic metal coffin deeply buried underground.

Duke looked up at the cold ceiling above, his Spiritual Power attempting to penetrate upwards, but it was blocked by the energy contained in the ceiling.

Above, perhaps lay Ash City’s accumulated wealth, Magic Materials, weapons, and other worldly treasures that held deadly attraction for anyone.

However, Duke only hesitated for a moment before entirely discarding the thought of continuing to explore upwards.

The risk far outweighed the reward.

Firstly, he couldn’t determine what sort of defense mechanisms might be triggered by forcibly breaking through the upper floors; if any significant commotion were made, those Wizards on the ground, tirelessly cracking the main entrance, certainly weren’t kind.

At that time, he would become the target of everyone’s attacks, unable to safeguard any other treasures he might find, and the World Tree Seed he already possessed would likely be exposed, and that was a consequence he absolutely couldn’t afford.

Secondly, compared to the World Tree Seed, those so-called wealth and materials were greatly devalued.

Risking the loss of the greatest gain for those things would undoubtedly be extremely foolish.

"The most important thing is already in hand, and greed leads to loss." Duke cautioned himself.

The path of the Wizard is long; understanding how to choose and avoid unnecessary risks is equally an important survival wisdom.

With no further longing, Duke took one last look at this vast and desolate treasury bottom as if to imprint this scene into his mind.

Then, without hesitation, he turned around, once again approaching the small hole slowly mending, created by the Yellow Sand Crystal.

The walls here had self-repairing ability, and from the rate of the small hole’s healing, it wouldn’t take long to be completely healed.

By then, no one would be able to tell a hole had ever existed here, nor would anyone think Duke had once entered here and taken away what was inside.

This final layer was exceedingly difficult to discover, and even if someone found the last layer’s location later, they’d only see an empty stone platform once they entered.

At that time, they’d probably just wonder what was previously stored here and by whom it was taken away.

Duke once again utilized his talent ability of High-Level Earth Element Affinity, his body merging silently into the outer rock layer as though sinking into water.

The retreat path was taken with even greater caution than when he entered; he meticulously controlled his Magic Power to ensure the rock layer behind him healed completely and perfectly, leaving no trace of the breach.

Duke moved like a silent ghost underground, quietly distancing himself from the metal underground treasury buried beneath, filled with endless wealth and the sole treasure, heading towards the broken edge of Ash City where Vivian awaited.

His actions were swift and neat, leaving no trace, as if no one had ever infiltrated the deepest part of that impregnable treasury.

Traversing through the thick, cold layers of rock and soil, Duke remained mentally focused, following the route in his memory back to the crumbled corner of Ash City’s wall.