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第一千五百五十三章 天上掉下来的宝贝

However, Lin Xuan sighed. The treasures obtained from Penglai Mountain were indeed invaluable, but he could not make use of them at the moment.

Except for that spirit-awakened Buddha treasure's staff, everything else was just a case of looking at something desirable and wishing to have it. As for the treasures left behind by immortals, they seemed even more useless now. Not only were there no strands of hair or remnants of talismans, but the waste pill could not be purified by the blue Star Sea.

But Lin Xuan was not in a hurry. After mastering the divine manifestation of Lesser Heavenly Heaven Technique, the blue Star Sea was gradually undergoing changes, proving that this heaven-defying treasure could still be upgraded.

The fact that purifying the waste pill did not work now did not mean it would never have any effect in the future. Lin Xuan believed that one day he would succeed in purifying that immortal pill.

Having already examined all the treasures from Penglai Mountain, what was left were those obtained from the market district.

With a thought, Lin Xuan flipped his left hand and a flash of green light appeared, revealing an ancient-looking belt.

No, it wasn't just plain; correctly speaking, it should be simple. The design on the belt had no extraordinary features.

However, Lin Xuan did not look down on it. Since he entered the cultivation world, he had seen countless treasures. His eyesight was sharp enough that he would not judge a book by its cover.

He had already tested this item when in the market district and found that even his divine sense could not detect anything. According to the shop owner, it seemed to be from some relic sea.

He had only just arrived, so he had never heard of the relic sea before. But Lin Xuan was a clever and adaptable person; he could deduce something from its name.

In any case, the spirit stones were not wasted. He believed this treasure had unexpected effects but needed further research.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan released his divine sense again.

Boom!

Unlike in the market district, where he had been hiding, here in his cave, he was no longer holding back. His terrifying divine sense surged like a whale drinking water, enveloping the entire belt.

A crackling sound entered his ears as mysterious power emerged from the belt. Like his divine sense, it was an intangible substance that clashed with Lin Xuan's divine sense mid-air.

Lin Xuan did not feel alarmed; instead, he felt delighted. This belt... indeed wasn't ordinary.

The cracks grew denser, and Lin Xuan forcibly pushed his divine sense forward.

Setting aside his cultivation level for now, the blue Star Sea had a refining effect on his divine sense. After four hundred years of refinement, Lin Xuan's divine sense was no less powerful than late-stage Separation Realm cultivators... if not even stronger.

Good reaction, Lin Xuan took a deep breath as his inner techniques circulated, using all his strength to make his divine sense more potent.

Boom!

A huge crackling sound filled his ears. Green light flashed wildly before the color of the aura gradually turned bright red and then blood-like.

On the belt, an odd pattern appeared, resembling a ghost face that kept changing.

Lin Xuan was surprised; clearly, this belt had some extraordinary origins. However, he did not have time to study it further as the strange pattern suddenly exploded with a "bang."

With his rich experience, Lin Xuan immediately retreated and a faint blue light curtain surfaced on his body, automatically protecting him from the sudden change.

Although the anomaly was unexpected, it only lasted for an instant before the aura on the belt dimmed quickly.

"This..."

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he vaguely recalled something from long ago. In a human world ancient text, there was a brief description of a scene that matched what he saw now almost perfectly.

Of course, Lin Xuan could not be certain, but if it was an opportunity, he would not miss it. With this thought, Lin Xuan opened his mouth and spat out a thin green thread, wrapping it around his wrist before red blood quickly dripped down.

Lin Xuan shook his hand, integrating the blood into the belt.

The dim light curtain was reactivated but faded again almost instantly.

The entire process seemed complex when described, but in reality, it took only a few breaths. Once everything settled, Lin Xuan raised his right hand and the belt returned to his palm.

Everything looked no different from before, but this time, he could release his divine sense without any obstruction, smoothly entering the belt.

After a moment, Lin Xuan lifted his head with a look of surprise on his face.

This was indeed a stroke of luck. He had found a treasure.

Sure enough, it was the须臾袋 as described in ancient texts.

A须臾袋 was essentially just another type of storage pouch, but if one considered a regular storage pouch to be like a small backpack, this musty bag was akin to a portable warehouse that could carry much more.

The difference in capacity between the two was incomparable.

Even in the spirit world, such a须臾袋 was rare. For cultivators at their level, they were impossible to possess or even qualify for.

Lin Xuan's luck had always been good, but this unexpected gain still made him extremely happy.

After all, the benefits of a须臾袋 weren't just about its capacity.

This item resembled a life-bound treasure in some ways, with Lin Xuan's divine sense imprinted on it. In other words, even if someone else obtained this item, they could not retrieve his treasures inside.

Of course, there were no absolutes; the divine sense imprint could be erased under extremely strict conditions. The person would need to surpass Lin Xuan in both divine sense and cultivation level by a significant margin, making it unattainable for him. Even then, erasing the divine sense imprint required tremendous effort.

"This musty bag seems to have been used before. I wonder if some great cultivator erased the divine sense imprint."

Lin Xuan muttered. If not for this experience, he would not be able to use a须臾袋 with his current divine sense; it was simply out of reach.

The design intended for such items was clearly not meant for mere Separation Realm cultivators.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan could only marvel at how lucky he had been. His bet paid off well. Otherwise, if the shopkeeper sent this item to headquarters for appraisal, it would have nothing left for him.

Although three thousand middle-grade spirit stones were spent on the surface, such a price was insignificant compared to the须臾袋. If the ancient text's description was correct, this item might even be more precious than a heaven-defying treasure.

Lin Xuan was elated for quite some time before calming down his excitement. He had only tested his divine sense superficially earlier; now that he knew what kind of treasure it was, he could safely release his divine sense.

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