Sensing the abundant fire spiritual power contained inside it, a trace of fervor flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes as well.
It was hard to say exactly how old this thing was, but by rough estimate, it was at least two or three hundred thousand years old.
Lin Xuan reached out and gently stroked the surface of this treasure. A wave of warmth passed through the meridians in his palm and flowed straight into his dantian.
A strange light flickered in Lin Xuan's eyes. Amid his delight, a hint of astonishment also showed.
This Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Coral was even older than he had imagined.
Even if it were used to refine a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, it would already be more than sufficient.
Logically speaking, its spiritual intelligence should not be only similar to that of a puppy.
Could it be...
Thoughts turned through Lin Xuan's mind. There was only one possibility: the Fire Coral before him was no ordinary treasure of its kind, but one of extremely high quality.
All things had their own rules. Generally speaking, the higher the quality of a treasure, the harder it was for it to gain spirituality.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Lin Xuan began to carefully dig out this treasure.
The process was not complicated and did not take much time.
Very soon, the Fire Coral had been taken into his palm.
"Woof, woof."
White light flashed, and that little dog appeared again, staring at Lin Xuan with its two big eyes, gazing at him with a look of longing.
Drool was even dripping from the corner of its mouth.
Its purpose was obvious. Lin Xuan shook his head. Faced with this gluttonous little fellow who did not care about its life, he really was somewhat at a loss.