When Ye Chen had spent a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins to buy the Book of Creation Yin-Yang at the night market in Wutian Town years ago, that strange old man had given him an identical piece of scrap iron.
Nearly two years had passed, and that piece of scrap iron had continued gathering dust in his storage ring. Like the Book of Creation Yin-Yang, Ye Chen had never been able to figure out what use it had.
But today, the scrap iron in his storage ring seemed to have sensed something and suddenly became restless. The cause was likely this piece of scrap iron hidden within the wall 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 thought that the old man from Wutian Town had deliberately duped him, that possibility could now be ruled out.
The energy emitted when the scrap iron stirred made even Ye Chen's heart palpitate, as if some artifact from the ancient primordial era had awakened.
He would never believe that this thing was useless. It was just that Ye Chen still could not determine what it was a fragment of, much less its purpose.
Under Wang Dong'er's curious gaze, Ye Chen took out the other piece of scrap iron from his storage ring. The two pieces immediately resonated with each other and drew together like long-separated family members reunited at last, conveying an excited joy.
"What exactly is this? It looks like a fragment of a complete item, and the energy fluctuations are so powerful." Her pink-blue eyes brimmed with curiosity.
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly. He was still confused himself, so how could