Qilin!
A trace of shock appeared on Lin Xuan's face, thoughts churning endlessly through his mind.
This was one of the divine beasts of legend.
Even among True Spirits, the Qilin was one of the few mighty ones. Even if it was slightly inferior to the True Dragon and Colorful Phoenix, it could absolutely rank among the foremost.
How could there be so many carvings of it here? What connection did this place have with the Qilin?
Lin Xuan stood there in a daze.
Only after a while did he slap his forehead. How had he fallen into obsession again?
Even if this place had some connection to the Qilin in the past, so what? At this moment, he had come here to refine his Life-Bound Treasure.
It would not do to put the cart before the horse!
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan continued walking forward.
Though the great hall was spacious, it was not completely empty. In the center was a Flood Dragon head, cast from Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Iron. Only it could withstand the Purple Heart Earth Fire.
This thing had clearly been added by later generations.
A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face, and then he stepped forward, sat down directly beside it, crossed his legs, and began meditating.
Refining a treasure naturally could not be compared in difficulty to assaulting a bottleneck, but he still could not be careless. In particular, for the sake of refining this Life-Bound Treasure, Lin Xuan had spent several hundred years merely on preparations alone. Success was the only option; absolutely not the slightest error could be allowed.
Thus, Lin Xuan began adjusting his state.
Time slowly flowed by, and very soon, more than several hours had passed.
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, a muffled boom reached