Lu Xiaotian was the first person whose Primordial Spirit had made the Witch Emperor feel ashamed of his own inferiority. Although the Witch Emperor was filled with emotion, not a trace of anything unusual showed on his face.
Lu Xiaotian calmly put away the gray crystal. Once he had obtained it, he had already confirmed that it had an extremely deep connection with that gray halo. With so many eyes around, it was inconvenient to study it for the moment. He could only wait until there were no outsiders around.
Lu Xiaotian's attention then shifted to the six turtle shells of different sizes, all of them broken.
These turtle shells were clearly extraordinary. Even with the Witch Emperor's formidable strength, when his divine sense entered one of them, he was unable to see the specific circumstances inside clearly for quite some time.
Although the other party's Primordial Spirit was not as powerful as his, it was by no means ordinary. Ordinary Emperor-level powerhouses were worlds apart from the Witch Emperor.
With a hint of curiosity, Lu Xiaotian reached out and grabbed three turtle shells, which successively fell into his hands. Regardless of whether he could fully study them for the moment, he would first keep them under his control, lest anything unexpected happen later.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense entered one of the turtle shells. In an instant, it seemed to sink into darkness. He faintly sensed some unusual auras inside, and his divine sense followed them. Before long, he discovered several jade-colored points of light of varying sizes amid the darkness.
After expending considerable effort, he touched one of the points of light, and a vast amount of information immediately surged into his mind.
Most of it consisted of fragmented images. They depicted a dilapidated, chaotic battlefield. There were large