As he gazed at the ancient treasure before him, joy finally appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
Speaking of it, it had been a coincidence. If he had not, in a fit of fury, kicked the snake head flying, then no matter how quick-witted Lin Xuan was, he never would have imagined that deadly poison was needed to remove the barrier before him.
Those ancient cultivators' cunning, aged and sly as old foxes, had reached a level that left one sighing in wonder.
Of course, if his own cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul Realm, brute force probably would have worked too.
Lin Xuan withdrew his thoughts and began to size up the ancient treasures before him.
There were as many as seventeen in total.
However, after sweeping them with his divine sense, Lin Xuan revealed a slightly disappointed look. It was not that these treasures were bad. Things left behind by ancient Nascent Soul Realm cultivators naturally could not be trash; every single one was undoubtedly a fine piece.
What depressed Lin Xuan was that most of these ancient treasures were bonded life-bound magic treasures.
Although a million years had passed, the divine-sense imprints on them had not weakened because of it. It was not impossible for Lin Xuan to use them, but he would have to spend several hundred years wiping away those imprints.
Yet after spending so much effort and painstaking labor, it would be more worthwhile to refine a new treasure from scratch.
Shaking his head, Lin Xuan calmed his frustration. Fortunately, it was not as if he had gained nothing at all. Among them, there were also three ordinary ancient treasures.
A small mirror, a fist-sized round ball, and a flying sword.
Lin Xuan pondered briefly, then reached out and summoned the ancient mirror first.
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