As they approached.
Kana looked at her waist.
Not only Kana’s waist, but almost everyone present had stones vibrating at their waists.
"It seems there’s definitely a treasure inside."
At least it could be confirmed that there was surely a Stone of Creation.
Because their Detection Stone was signaling.
"There’s no entrance, has it been frozen, or is it protected by some strange magic?" After circling around, Bobo asked.
Just as they were puzzled.
The surge of Magic Power happened unabashedly in front of them.
Everyone instantly became alert, ready to fight.
The amount of Magic Power was immense, moving faster than they imagined. Everyone instantly jumped back to maintain a certain distance, forming an encirclement while staying safe.
The gathering Magic Power directly froze the snow around them, turning into ice crystals converging towards the center.
It took only about three seconds.
In the center of their encirclement appeared a sphere of ice crystals, wrapped in Magic Power and floating in the air.
As the Magic Power fluctuated, a voice emerged.
Directly manifesting in their minds.
The group realized these powerful magical creatures often used this kind of magic transmission to communicate when unsure of direct communication capabilities, conveying their messages directly.
"This is the residence of the great Icefield Dominator, the Master of the White World.
Kneel, show your respect, offer your tributes, express your reverence.
Withdraw respectfully."
It immediately came with a sense of majesty, the voice resonating in their minds so calmly, as if it were rightful.
"Is there a living dragon in there?" Alicia couldn’t help but ask.
After all, the tone seemed as if there was a Dragon’s Nest here.
"Don’t even think about it, how is that possible? If it were still alive, it would’ve flown out to meet us by now," Bugreit straightforwardly said.
He was currently in a state of dragon soul. If there were a Giant Dragon, he surely would have sensed it.
For a normal Giant Dragon, having a state of dragon soul would be deemed unforgivable, seen as a deliberate attempt to bind.
Moreover, Bugreit could feel that while there was a dragon’s presence here, the remnants were scant.
There was definitely no dragon inside, and even if there were, it would only be a corpse.
Every young and strong, living Giant Dragon’s domain Magic would be easily detectable, especially to those with strong power.
"We wish to seek an audience, to witness the greatness of the Lord of the Icefield," Kana pondered and said.
This was quite a flattering remark.
Hearing this made Bugreit give him a peculiar look.
However, the ice sphere remained unmoved.
"Withdraw!"
"Seems we’ll have to use force after all."
After Kana spoke, Alyris immediately flew forward.
The sword in her hand was surrounded by a deep crimson aura, like a blood-colored mist entangling her blade.
She slashed fiercely at the ice sphere.
That unexpected strike directly cut a crack into the ice sphere, with a blood-like aura wreaking havoc inside.
"Offense will be punished!"
He continued speaking, his body swaying as if issuing a warning, energy fluctuations spreading outward in waves.
Yet perhaps due to too much time having passed, no reinforcements came.
And this ice sphere, aside from being somewhat solid, had no offensive power.
After Alyris struck it with several chops, it had no intention of retaliating, merely issuing continuous verbal threats.
Until the final blow came down.
The ice sphere thoroughly shattered into scattered ice fragments, its gathered Magic Power dissipated.
This indicated that the ice sphere was not a constructed object but merely a vessel forcibly gathered by Magic Power.
"Looks like your assumption was wrong," Kana observed as he watched this scene.
This situation clearly suggested that someone was manipulating the ice sphere, and it was not an automatic feature of this Dragon’s Treasure Vault.
Bugreit retorted unhappily, "Perhaps some old entity hasn’t completely died, leaving a bit of Magic Power here.
For dragons, such tricks are easy to accomplish. Even in death, they would seal their treasure vaults tightly."
If this truly was a dragon’s treasure vault, and they managed entry so simply, it’s highly probable the dragon died unexpectedly outside, not having time to manage its assets.
If it were a dragon on the verge of old age or terminal illness.
They would arrange their legacy properly, hiding it away instead of bequeathing it to anyone.
Even if they died and the treasures belonged to no one, they would still do so.
Such is the avaricious nature of the Giant Dragon.
"What now, there’s still no entrance," Bobo said.
Even though the ice sphere that suddenly appeared was destroyed, the triangulated ice crystal pyramid still had no clear entry point, as if it was a single, unified structure.
Kana walked to the base of the pyramid, only then realizing how massive it truly was.
Understandable, after all, it was a residence for Giant Dragons.
Kana placed her hand against the icy surface, feeling the biting cold emanating from it.
"Master of Dragons of the Pale Icefield."
With those words.
The triangular pyramid responded.
The original rough surface of the ice crystals revealed a meticulously carved design, with horizontal stripes and simple decorations adorning it.
Making what was a coarse shape now appear refined.
An eye composed of Magic Power materialized before them.
"Provide the answer."
"Who is the greatest of the Dragon Race in this world?"
The first question caught everyone off guard.
They had fully confirmed that the former owner of this Dragon’s Treasure Vault was an extremely narcissistic being.
Bugreit opened his mouth to answer.
Kana hurriedly pulled him back, forcibly retracting him to the core to prevent him from speaking carelessly.
Kana didn’t even need to think—he knew Bugreit would definitely say the Radiant Dragon.
"Ahem, the Ice Dragon Race."
After answering, Kana released Bugreit, letting him reemerge.
"Nonsense! Those fools who eat fish and munch ice," Bugreit’s first words upon reemergence were a shout of anger.
Luckily, he hadn’t been allowed to answer earlier.
"Alright, I naturally know the Radiant Dragon is the strongest of the Dragon Race, but we still need to complete the riddle answering for now."
"The owner of this vault is definitely an ignorant fool, thinking it’s the first of the Dragon Race, nonsense!"
Bugreit, annoyed and disgruntled.
How could a dragon be so narcissistic?
The magical eye suddenly rotated.
It trained its gaze on Bugreit’s dragon soul.
The ancient, distant voice resonated out of the blue.
"Little one of the Radiant Race, reduced to just a lingering wisp of spirit, and yet you still dare to spout bravado."
"You old, unkillable fool, that’s still better than you frozen dimwits!"
Bugreit blurted out, not even registering his surroundings.
He realized his mistake after he ranted.
The original owner here was actually not dead.