"This path... although long, the direction is clear!"
Lu Chen clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
Collecting the Origin Dao Tablet Fragment and repairing this supreme treasure would become one of his most important future goals!
Without hesitation.
He slowly extended his hand, palm facing upward, carefully approaching the gray-white fragment.
The moment his fingertips touched the fragment—
"Hum!"
An indescribable, freezing sensation spread upward along his fingertips!
That was not cold in a physical sense.
Instead, it was... an extreme chill that seemed capable of freezing the soul and solidifying time!
Even more bizarrely, deep within this chill, a trace of warm, ancient Dao rhythm faintly emerged.
Contradictory, yet harmoniously unified.
"This sensation..."
Lu Chen felt it carefully.
Neither metal nor jade, the texture was peculiar.
It appeared to be only the size of a palm, yet its weight was shockingly huge!
With his cultivation as a Late Saint, his physical body having undergone countless tempering processes, the strength of a single arm was enough to easily lift a mountain ten thousand zhang tall.
Yet at this moment, holding this tiny fragment, he actually felt his arm grow slightly heavy!
It felt as if he were not holding a piece of stone, but... an extremely compressed star!
"Such terrifying density! Such profound origin!"
Lu Chen was secretly startled inside.
Having survived endless years and drifted here, sealed by the ancient altar, this fragment could still maintain such astonishing mass and Dao rhythm.
When it was intact, what kind of appearance must it have had?
When the Origin Dao Tablet was whole, what kind of might must it have possessed?
He dared not imagine it!
Pulling his mind back.
With a thought, Lu Chen slowly guided this gray-white fragment toward the main body of the