If it was a Momentary Treasure, when it encountered a tremendous crisis, it might even trigger the spatial laws upon it, causing it to tear open a Spatial Rift and hide within it for a time.
As for the reason, Lin Xuan did not know, but many ancient legends in the cultivation world described it this way.
No wind rose without a wave; Lin Xuan believed there was still some truth to it.
Moreover, along his own path of cultivation, he had experienced countless battles, great and small, yet in all sorts of fierce magical clashes, the Storage Bags of fallen cultivators could generally be preserved intact.
Of course there were damaged ones, but proportionally speaking, there truly were not many.
That was why Lin Xuan had been pondering whether Taowu's and Mystic Ice Ancestor's treasures could have survived the explosion just now.
Lin Xuan was not sure either.
Something like this would likely never yield an answer through thinking alone. Rather than sit here in meaningless speculation, it would be better to go see with his own eyes.
In any case, the two fellows had perished together, so on this trip of his, there should be no danger.
As thoughts turned through his mind, Lin Xuan had already weighed the pros and cons clearly. Then, without further hesitation, azure light flared all over him, and he flew toward the place where the two old monsters had fought just now.
A mere few thousand li—at his current escape speed, he naturally arrived in an instant.
Yet what he saw along the way was shocking to the eye and heart. The closer he came to the place where the two old monsters had exchanged spells just now, the more rifts filled the sky, while the earth had become a furnace. In