Lin Xuan's nature was indeed decisive and tenacious, but to say he did not care in the slightest after this string of blows would definitely be a lie.
But what use was feeling stifled? It would not help resolve the crisis before him in the least.
What should he do now?
Lin Xuan frowned and pondered.
Yet while he felt depressed, the hope in his heart grew all the more stubborn. He had exhausted every scheme and still could not refine this treasure. Such a situation was certainly headache-inducing, but from another angle, it also showed that the grade of the Ten Thousand Sword Map was far from ordinary—perhaps far beyond his original estimate.
Fortune lies where disaster rests; disaster crouches where fortune hides. Lin Xuan understood this principle well.
Thus, though he was somewhat gloomy, he did not grow anxious or inflamed. As the saying went, good things are often ground through many磨ings; Lin Xuan certainly still had this bit of patience.
Only, what should he do next?
Lin Xuan truly had no idea in his heart. Though his learning was broad, in the past half year he had already tried every secret art he knew for refining Dharma Treasures, one by one.
They had been completely ineffective. Lin Xuan was now truly at his wits' end.
Lin Xuan looked at the Ten Thousand Sword Map before him and sank into silent thought.
"Sigh!"
After a long while, he let out a sigh.
For the moment, Lin Xuan could not think of any good way to solve it, so he could only give up temporarily. After emerging from seclusion, he would read through more ancient records. Lin Xuan believed he would always be able to find a solution.
Since he had no idea what to do with this treasure