In the mountains, years had no measure; in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed.
The path of immortality was difficult and obscure. For cultivators, time often flowed past their fingertips before they even realized it.
In the turn of an eye, a full half year had already passed since Lin Xuan arrived at Scorpion Mountain.
Everything in the underground cavern remained as it had been, and the refining of that treasure still had not been completed.
For it to take this long had, to be honest, long since exceeded Lin Xuan's expectations. Originally, he had thought it would take several days at most.
Things beyond his control were what Lin Xuan hated most. Fortunately, these six months had actually passed in extreme calm.
Forget Tribulation-level old monsters—even ordinary cultivators had not come anywhere near this place.
This result left Lin Xuan astonished, but the heart he had been holding in suspense could finally settle back into his chest.
Perhaps his own conjecture had been wrong.
Perhaps his original estimate had been a little too pessimistic.
This treasure had nothing to do with an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage at all. It had been refined by that early-stage Ghost Saint.
Although, more or less, Lin Xuan felt such an explanation was somewhat forced. The grade of the treasure before his eyes truly did not seem like something an early-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator could scheme for.
But matters could come about through chance and coincidence. In the cultivation world, there had never been such a thing as absolute certainty. What if that Ghost Saint had simply been lucky?
In short, Lin Xuan gradually became calm and composed. Of course, he would not relax his vigilance either.
Caution was Lin Xuan's nature. He would not make