The great work was complete, but Lin Xuan did not emerge from seclusion. When one's strength reached his level, seclusions were usually measured in tens of millions of years; these few years were simply not worth mentioning.
Lin Xuan had only advanced to Tribulation Transcendence not long ago, and for the time being, he had no intention of bitter cultivation. Naturally, he had not planned to remain in seclusion for that long. However, besides the Immortal Sword Map, there were still many matters waiting for him to handle, so although he had refined the treasure in his hand, Lin Xuan had no intention of going out immediately.
With a flick of his sleeve, two cyan leather pouches flew out.
Their shapes were ancient and simple, and some strange patterns were carved across their surfaces. A faint, mysterious power seemed to flow through them.
These were naturally no ordinary Storage Bags, but Momentary Treasures.
The journey to Sword Lake Palace had gone through all sorts of twists and turns, like dancing on the edge of a blade, but the harvest had also been abundant enough. Leaving aside that mysterious Innate Object, after killing two Tribulation Transcendence Stage Ancestors, their Storage Bags had naturally become Lin Xuan's possessions.
Lin Xuan knew very well what kind of wealth a Tribulation Transcendence Stage existence possessed. This was an unimaginable fortune.
However, at this moment, he had no intention of taking inventory. Though there were many treasures inside the Storage Bags, what Lin Xuan valued most was one treasure among them.
Thoughts turned in his mind. Lin Xuan flipped his wrist, already turning one of the Storage Bags upside down. With a light shake, a flash of radiant light appeared, and a series of tinkling sounds entered his ears. A huge pile of objects had