"Show me your tier seven collections."

The words seemed to still the air. The attendants paused mid-motion, their eyes flickering faintly as if processing the request. Xiana-1's flawless expression did not change, yet her voice carried a subtle weight when she spoke.

"Sir Ambrose, your status as a Grand Magus and Apothecary Master is acknowledged. However, tier seven artifacts cannot be casually displayed. To access them, one must meet an additional requirement."

Emery's brow rose slightly. He had anticipated as much. Tier seven artifacts were not mere treasures—they were world-defying creations.

"What requirement?" he asked evenly.

"You require to show an artifact of equivalent tier," she replied, "or demonstrate financial capacity of no less than one billion spirit stones."

A wry smile touched Emery's lips.

Once, he had possessed such a tier 7 artifact—the [Ocean Heart Vest], but it had shattered in the Eternal Void. He still carried the [Icarus Wings], yet not only was it unfinished, but he had no desire to expose his secrets items.

Without hesitation, he produced a spatial pouch within which was filled with a huge amount of spirit stones. Xiana-1 glanced at it delicately, her mechanical pupils flickering as she scanned the contents. A moment later, she inclined her head in a polite bow.

"Your credentials are accepted. Please follow me."

They passed through another sealed door, entering a smaller chamber saturated with formations. Every surface was inscribed with glowing runes, the very air heavy with defensive intent. Here, security was absolute.

The chamber was not a vault but a lounge, with luxurious seats arranged around a transparent barrier. Emery was invited to sit while the attendant moved to the control dais.

"Sir Ambrose," she said, her voice calm but tinged with reverence, "the items will be presented one by one. Please take your time."

The barrier shimmered, and the first artifact began to materialize within.

At first glance, it resembled a silver mirror polished to perfection, yet when activated it folded into four gleaming panels that rotated seamlessly around its wielder, forming a shifting barrier.

[Fourfold Dawn — Tier 7, low Grade - 950 millions spirit stones]

The shield was no mere ornament—its defense could withstand the direct impact of a tier-8 spell and endure multiple tier-7 strikes without faltering. More astonishing still, the artifact contained a self-recharging core, drawing ambient energy to restore its defenses over time. A shield for both body and spirit.

Defensive artifacts were always in the highest demand; one could never have too many. To Emery, it stood as a potential replacement for the armor he had lost. However he couldn't help to be shock by the priced; Tier 7 indeed has a value they could take the whole grade one factions wealth;.

The next treasure appeared—a silver bell suspended by invisible threads. Its delicate, ornamental form belied its dreadful power. Faint ripples of energy spread each time it swayed, targeting the soul itself.

[Soulchime Bell — Tier 7, Low Grade - 1,150 millions spirit stones]

This was a spirit weapon, that work as both mental defense and spirit attack. A single chime could stagger foes, sever concentration, or even shatter weaker spirit defenses outright. With Emery high soul power; he could make the most of this items.

The next item unfurled like living flame—woven from scarlet threads infused with both wind and shadow essence.

[Veilrunner Cape — Tier 7, Low Grade - 1,200 millions spirit stones ]

Light seemed to slip across its surface, making the fabric appear half-ethereal. When worn, it amplified its bearer's mobility to godly speeds, but its true strength lay in concealment. The cape's enchantments rendered its wearer invisible to even the keenest senses, capable of evading detection by spirit masters.

Spirit weapons, defensive artifacts, mobility treasures. These were the kinds of artifacts any grand magus would seek.

The sequence moved on, the barrier shimmering again. Next came a pair of curved daggers, their edges faintly rippling with wind essence, followed by a colossal battle axe, its haft thick as a man's torso, its blade glowing with the aura of destruction. Both were extraordinary—power condensed into lethal form—but they failed to capture Emery's attention.

Still, the weight of reality pressed in on him. As magnificent as the display was, he couldn't help but calculate. His fortune of more than two billion spirit stones sounded immense, yet here, in this hall of wonders, it was enough for only two of these world-defying artifacts.

It was then that the sixth and final presentation began.

The barrier rippled, and a new form emerged. Emery's eyes widened, his body stiffening with shock.

It was… a scroll.

The artifact unfurled of its own accord, hovering gracefully in midair. Ink spread across the surface in deep, fluid strokes, forming an elegant landscape of mountains—seven of them, each rising like pillars of eternity. The brushwork was deceptively simple, yet it radiated an oppressive majesty, as though the mountains themselves stood before him.

Emery froze. The moment his gaze met those inked peaks, he felt it—an all too familiar ripple in space itself.

"Spatial power…" he whispered under his breath.

"Yes," the female attendant said, her smile faint but edged with pride. "It is indeed a spatial-based artifact."

For the first time, Emery was drawn forward by pure instinct. His divine sense brushed against the hovering painting, and his heartbeat quickened. The longer he stared, the clearer it became—there was more than spatial law within these strokes. Beneath the ink lingered the steady, unyielding essence of earth. And threaded between both… the pull of gravity itself.

Three laws, woven together into one artifact.

The realization made his breath hitch. His hands clenched at his sides, not from restraint, but from excitement. Of all the treasures he had seen today, none resonated with him so completely.

[Seven Myriad Mountains Painting — Tier 7, Medium Grade - 1,400 millions spirit stones ]

The number hung in the air, sharp and heavy.

But Emery hardly cared. He knew in that moment, without question.

He had to acquire it.

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