Inside the mysterious gold room, Ling Xian's expression was calm. He remained collected as usual and did not have a change of expression in the face of the powerful array.
On the contrary, he looked somewhat happy.
Based on his guess, everyone was probably transported to a room like this and every single room has a unique treasure. In other words, if they want to get their hands on more treasures, then they must break the array and go to the next room.
Arrays, to Ling Xian, who possessed the inheritance from the Immortal of Ancient Arrays, was nothing.
If everything matches his prediction, then every single room would have a treasure inside. This means, more than half of the treasures in the Imperishable Temple will soon be inside his pocket. Thus, how could he not be excited?
"It seems like the Imperishable Temple is tailored for me." Ling Xian's lips curled up. He mentally called out and the sixth rank spiritual medicine flew inside his storage pouch.