I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 648 - 486: A Bountiful Harvest

After crossing the Profound Ice gate, the core hall at the heart of the Ice God Treasure Vault abruptly reveals itself to them.

Countless radiant ice crystals stud the dome, like stars flung across the heavens, diffusing a soft white glow that bathes the entire chamber in striking brilliance. The atmosphere brims with a pristine, potent fragrance that revitalizes every breath taken.

Right in the hall's center stands a towering five-meter Ice Crystal Divine Statue that commands all eyes.

Carved from a perfect slab of ice crystal, its workmanship seems the work of divine hands, with lines flowing fluidly and naturally, exuding an air of grace mingled with heroism, gender ambiguous, encircled by a subtle sacred aura.

One hand lifts upward as if grasping an object, yet the palm dips slightly empty; it clearly once clutched some artifact, now missing, leaving a faint trace of void.

A two-meter-wide pool rings the statue, vapors dancing over its waters, sending chills laced with pure Spiritual Energy drifting their way.

Several among them draw nearer instinctively, inhaling the mist, and feel instantly invigorated as the Spiritual Energy in their bodies stirs gently, even growing a bit.

"Such pure energy."

Zhuge Yu marveled: "One breath alone, and the Spiritual Energy shifts noticeably."

Hearing this, all nodded, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Yet no one dashed ahead recklessly.

Qin Tian scanned the pool encircling the statue, then eyed the doors lining both sides of the hall—each etched with runes akin to the earlier spatial whirlpool, obviously paths to separate chambers.

"No hurry."

Qin Tian advised, "The cultivation treasures won't vanish; let's scout the vault's interior first and check what's beyond these doors, avoiding any overlooked vital prizes."

"Makes sense," Zhuge Yu agreed promptly, "We'll grasp the layout before choosing our moves."

Taishi Feng and Huo Yuansheng nodded too, curbing their excitement and trailing Qin Tian to the first door on the hall's left.

Qin Tian extended his hand, channeling Spiritual Energy into the door's rune, which shimmered with pale blue light as the door swung inward slowly.

A vast chamber greeted them, lined on both sides with hundreds of antique wooden chests, crafted from some dark unidentified timber, remarkably preserved after millennia.

Qin Tian advanced and flipped open the nearest chest by the entry, exposing ores that sparkled with metallic luster, each pulsing with thick energy waves—clearly top-tier rare metals.

They pried open more chests one after another, uncovering diverse ores like Heaven-fall Iron for forging weapons, Blue Crystal Ore to bolster Spiritual Energy, Mystic Yellow Stone for array foundations, and rare Star Marrow Ores of flawless grade.

Hailing from elite lineages, with Qin Tian's own fortune immense, these treasures, precious as they were, failed to deeply stir their hearts.

Zhuge Yu eyed the chest-packed room and remarked, "On to the next room."

The group left that chamber and approached the second door, pouring in Spiritual Energy once more to swing it open.

This space was a touch narrower than the last, its walls hung with myriad weapons and armors—swords, spears, halberds in endless forms, armors sorted into light, heavy, and spiritual types, every piece etched with elaborate runes, radiating exceptional power.

Taishi Feng's eyes locked instantly on a deep black heavy armor gleaming coldly, its pauldrons shaped like ferocious beast heads, runes pulsing faintly across its surface.

He moved up, hefted the heavy armor to test its weight, sensing its chill heft.

Gripping his Heaven-piercing Halberd tighter next, he surged golden Spiritual Energy through it and struck at the armor's chest plate.

"Ding!"

A sharp metallic clang rang out through the room, yet the heavy armor bore no mark, its runes unflinching.

"The quality is very high!" Huo Yuansheng exclaimed in astonishment; though Taishi Feng held back, that strike could maim a Tier Five Spiritualist, yet the armor stood unscathed.

Taishi Feng shared the shock; armor of this caliber was scarce, and for a Tier Six Spiritualist, securing one would vastly boost battle prowess.

And this chamber held thousands of such armors.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian shifted toward another wall, his gaze captivated by a silver-white longsword that he promptly removed.

The blade boasted a slim form, its scabbard studded with minuscule ice crystals, icy against the skin, and faintly pulsing with keen Spiritual Energy.

Silently, he channeled the power of [Divine Weapon Monarch] into the sword, right away unveiling its secrets—the blade forged from elite cold soul steel alloyed with star vein ore, shaped with masterful technique, bearing three ice runes that bestow effects of sharpness, solidity, and cold condensation.

Although it falls short of his Black Frost Blade's caliber, this piece ranks as a superb Spiritual Ability Weapon, vastly superior to the gear held by Xiong, Terreda, and their ilk.

The full expanse of the towering wall here overflowed with diverse weapons.

Every one matched the longsword's high standard.

"We’ve hit the jackpot."

Qin Tian’s lips curved into a grin.

Out in the wider world, top-grade Spiritual Ability Weapons like these demanded either vast fortunes paid to master smiths for months-long crafting that might still disappoint; or rare luck in unearthing them from relics or secret realms.

A whole chamber brimming with weapons and armor—snatching even a single item would ignite savage bidding wars, rendering this a colossal boon for their crew.