At that moment,
the token that had been quietly following him in his hand suddenly vibrated violently!
"Hum!"
Before Lu Chen could react, the token automatically detached from his palm, transforming into a stream of light that flew toward the gray stone tablet ahead.
Then...
"Clack."
A soft click sounded.
The token fit seamlessly into an unassuming groove at the top of the stone tablet.
It was as though it had always belonged there, the final missing piece of the puzzle.
Hum--!!!
The very instant the token returned to its place,
the entire gray stone tablet trembled slightly!
An intent clearer, older, but also... weaker and more desolate than the one conveyed by the runic symbols earlier crossed the endless spacetime, emerging directly from within the stone tablet and resounding deep inside Lu Chen's Sea of Consciousness.
"Latecomer..."
The voice was weathered and exhausted, resembling an old man who had burned through all his lamp oil, murmuring at the end of his life.
Yet it still carried a composure and vastness that had endured ten thousand calamities without being worn away.
"My name is... Yuan."
Yuan!
Such a simple single word caused Lu Chen's heart to shake violently!
He had never heard this name before.
Yet the mere trace of Dao rhythm contained within the moniker made his soul tremble, as though he stood before the sum of all heavens and myriad worlds!
"I am... the Xiantian Dao Spirit nurtured by the Myriad Dao Sea of Origin."
The very first sentence caused Lu Chen to draw in a sharp breath!
Nurtured by the Myriad Dao Sea of Origin?
A Xiantian Dao Spirit?
This meant that this "Yuan" was not a Dao Lord who had achieved ascension through acquired cultivation.
He was the sentience naturally born from this Myriad Dao Sea