Lin Xuan, however, did not care. He read at astonishing speed. With his current strength, how could ordinary treasures ever enter his eyes? Even though these Jade Slips were all one in ten thousand, Lin Xuan would only look for what he needed.
Just like that, the time it took an incense stick to burn passed.
At last, a trace of delight appeared on Lin Xuan's originally calm face.
At this moment, he held an ancient Jade Slip in his hand. Its color was a dull gray, and from the look of it, it seemed to have existed even longer than the other Jade Slips.
But what Lin Xuan cared about was not its age. The Jade Slip before him recorded precisely what he needed.
The origins of the Sword Souls, as well as how to refine such things.
Sure enough, just as he had guessed, these sword souls were not the Green-Robed Man's personal possessions.
After all, refining every single Sword Soul required an enormous amount of time and energy. It was simply not something a single cultivator could accomplish.
This had nothing to do with cultivation level. It had to be done with the power of a sect.
The million Sword Souls were the handiwork of Sword Lake Palace's ancestral masters through the generations, something akin to that sect's trump card.
That was right. To refine so many sword souls, even a force as powerful as Sword Lake Palace could not possibly accomplish it in a brief moment. Rather, beginning from ancient times, countless cultivators had poured their blood, sweat, and energy into it, and only then had this precious treasure of a million Sword Souls finally come into being.
Its might was beyond compare. As one of the sect's trump cards, it had always been kept by