After boarding the Hyperion spaceship, Ling Chen parted ways with the Dark Primordial Shura Gods as he went to his room while they went to theirs.
Not long after that, the Hyperion spaceship took off and embarked right on schedule with more than ten thousand passengers on board.
"So, this thing is the reason why the Leviathan Palace is after me." Said Ling Chen with a solemn expression as he was looking at a broken piece of meteorite in his hand.
His pupils were fixated on this ordinary-looking piece meteorite. The broken piece of meteorite seemed to have experienced countless moons as it appeared to be very ancient.
It was neither black nor gray. Strangely enough, its color was quite difficult to discern and had a semblance to the shade of metal. One could even mistake it for a piece of metal.
