Ling Yan smiled slightly and suddenly stretched his fingers out. He stuck them into the five crevices of the circle and turned it.
There was a loud crack.
The huge altar started vibrating and a huge fissure appeared on it. As the crack widened, a pillar ascended from it. Gray smoke started gushing out and gradually took on a form.
Within the pillar was a gray vessel.
It seemed like the vessel had been there for quite some time now and they couldn't make out what it was made of.
"The Spirit of Chaos has been broken down into many fragments. If you want to recast it, it's not as simple as just collecting all the fragments…" Ling Yan looked at the gray vessel with a smile in his eyes.
