Chapter 640: That Mountain Range

Deep within the Treasure Vault, Dante Easton came to a stop. The stone wall ahead looked ordinary enough, yet the ancient cauldron inside him trembled faintly. It was a warning. It was also a strange, wordless thrill that crawled up his spine. Dante closed his eyes. His Divine Sense spilled out like quicksilver, slipping into the wall's hairline cracks and flowing downward. An inch. Ten zhang. A hundred zhang- Far beneath the earth, a massive Earth Vein lay dormant in silence. Pale gold. It...