"Just what was the origin of this ancient armor fragment? And what did it have to do with the dragon-vein guardian beast?" After agreeing on a plan with Xiang Yihang, Lu Xiaotian waited until Xiang Yihang had left, then flipped his hand. A dark greenish-black fragment of ancient armor appeared in his palm. Examining it closely, he saw that its edges were jagged. It was neither metal nor stone, and seemed to be a broken piece of some larger object. The last time he had just let his divine sense seep into it, a dragon's might had come crashing down like a vast, crushing tide. The sliver of dragon-beast true essence inside the fragment had filled Lu Xiaotian with instinctive fear and pressure.
It had left Lu Xiaotian deeply uncomfortable. Even now, having found no records of the fragment, he had not tried probing it again with his divine sense. At first, he had only thought it extraordinary, without knowing its precise origins. But now, it seemed likely to have something to do with the secrets hidden in the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm.
Lu Xiaotian furrowed his brow and once more sent his divine sense into the fragment. As before, overwhelming pressure surged toward him like a boundless tide. His divine sense stalled. This was only a trace of dragon-deer true essence, yet it was enough to make him uneasy. He forcefully circulated his Primordial Spirit to resist the discomfort and carefully examined everything inside the fragment.
For several hours, Lu Xiaotian scrutinized every detail within it, but still found nothing. Frowning, he withdrew.
"Hm?" The moment he pulled out of the fragment, Lu Xiaotian realized that although his main Primordial Spirit was somewhat fatigued, it had grown slightly stronger. He was genuinely startled. He knew his own situation well: