Although Lin Xuan's fortune was rich, far exceeding Cultivators of the same level, and he already possessed many inconceivable treasures himself.
However, who would ever complain about having too many Xiantian Spirit Treasures? Something of this grade would make even old monsters at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage drool with envy.
Once it appeared in the world, it would inevitably stir up a foul wind and a rain of blood throughout the cultivation world, yet he had obtained it so easily. Fortune was truly something hard to explain; when luck came, it could not be stopped no matter what.
Lin Xuan was not a cold and fickle man. Having obtained such a treasure, aside from his joy, he naturally felt greatly grateful toward the Ink Moon Tribe and the Heavenly Witch Goddess.
Lin Xuan held the Ink Moon Witch Palace in his hand, delight showing plainly on his face. One had to know that, apart from this Xiantian Spirit Treasure, it also contained the vast amount of treasures accumulated by the Ink Moon Tribe.
Lin Xuan released his divine sense, yet it had not the slightest effect. Like a clay ox entering the sea, it raised not a single ripple upon the Ink Moon Witch Palace.
There was no unusual look on Lin Xuan's face. Since it was a supreme spatial treasure, divine sense was naturally of no use. If he wanted to inspect the materials and treasures stored inside, he would first have to refine this Xiantian Spirit Treasure.
One could not eat hot tofu in a hurry. Lin Xuan had no intention of refining the treasure here. Later, when he had time, it would not be too late to slowly deal with the materials and treasures left behind by the Ink Moon Tribe.
As thoughts turned through his