Back then, when Ye Chen spent one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins to purchase the Book of Creation Yin-Yang at the night market in Wutian Town, that strange old man had also given him an identical piece of scrap iron.
Nearly two years had passed since then. That piece of scrap iron had continued gathering dust in his storage ring, just like the Book of Creation Yin-Yang, leaving Ye Chen unable to figure out what use it had.
But today, the scrap iron inside his storage ring seemed to have sensed something and suddenly became restless. The reason was likely this piece of scrap iron hidden within the walls of Heaven Dou Pavilion, which was almost identical to it.
It seemed that these pieces of scrap iron were fragments of some object, and there were definitely more than just these two.
If Ye Chen had once believed that the old man in Wutian Town had deliberately fooled him, that possibility could now be ruled out.
The energy emitted when the scrap iron stirred made even Ye Chen's heart palpitate, as though some ancient primordial artifact had awakened.
He would not believe it was useless even if beaten to death. It was simply that Ye Chen still did not know what it was a fragment of, much less what it was for.
Under Wang Dong'er's curious gaze, Ye Chen took the other piece of scrap iron from his storage ring. The two pieces resonated at once and attracted each other, like relatives reuniting after a long separation, conveying ecstatic joy.
"What exactly is this? It looks like a fragment of a complete item. Its energy fluctuations are so intense." Wang Dong'er asked curiously, her pink-blue eyes brimming with curiosity.
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly. He was still confused himself, so