After that, Lin Xuan took inventory of the other treasures as well. Leaving the Spirit Stones aside for the moment, the value of the other pills and materials was no small matter either. Venerable Qingyan was worthy of being at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage; the richness of his fortune greatly delighted even Lin Xuan.
Naturally, he would not stand on ceremony. He carefully packed these treasures into his own Instantaneous Bag.
Everything was ready, but Lin Xuan did not immediately begin refining the treasure. Instead, he first rested for several days, nurturing his essence, qi, and spirit to their peak. After all, the Vermilion Bird Ring was no ordinary thing. Back then, he had gone through a thousand hardships and ten thousand trials to obtain this treasure, and Lin Xuan did not want any mishap to occur during the refinement process.
Several days passed very quickly.
That morning, Lin Xuan bathed, changed his clothes, and came to the Cultivation Room.
By now, both his magic power and his essence and qi had recovered to their peak state.
He sat cross-legged.
Lin Xuan reached out and patted his waist. With a flash of spiritual light, a fiery-red ring appeared in front of him.
It was only about the size of a palm, its surface dancing with purplish-red flames. Its design was exquisite and intricate, yet beautiful to the extreme.
Halos flowed across its surface, and all manner of profound runes kept flickering and shifting.
Faintly, the Void Shadow of a Vermilion Bird emerged as well, and the pressure it emitted was extraordinary.
A look of admiration could not help appearing on Lin Xuan's face.
He reached out, and the Vermilion Bird Ring, as if possessing spirituality, landed in his palm.
Lin Xuan admired it carefully for a while. A