It was an oval stone, roughly the size of a grown man's fist. Its surface was pitch-black and utterly unremarkable, yet the patterns on it were rather astonishing—winding and twisting, forming something like a miniature formation array.
That was right, a miniature formation array. And Lin Xuan could see very clearly that this thing was absolutely naturally formed, not carved or engraved afterward.
It looked somewhat familiar. Had he heard of this thing somewhere before?
The thought flashed through Lin Xuan's mind. Just then, a pleasantly surprised voice entered his ears. "Nine Suns True Iron! This is Nine Suns True Iron! Hahaha, this old man's luck is too good."
Before the words had even fallen, a streak of glowing light shot out. With speed as swift as thunder before one could cover his ears, it actually snatched the treasure from Lin Xuan's hand one step ahead of him.
Lin Xuan's heart chilled, then blazed with fury. He had seen plenty of people bold enough to wrap the sky in their gall, but he had never imagined someone would dare move earth on Tai Sui's head—actually daring to snatch a treasure from his hand?
Was this fellow tired of living?
Still, anger was anger; the joy in his heart was even greater.
Nine Suns True Iron—this was precisely one of the most precious materials for refining the Fire Sword of the Nine Palaces Moment Sword Formation. In importance, it was second only to the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Coral. By now, Lin Xuan had already gathered most of the materials, and among the few remaining ones, the one he had least confidence in obtaining was this Nine Suns True Iron.
He had not expected it to fall into his hands by such a twist of fate.
Of course, it had now been snatched