With a leap, Zheng Ming flew towards the direction of Sharp Gold Mountain, but just as he was about to land on its city head, something suddenly triggered a vibration in Zheng Ming's heart and mind.
This object wasn't particularly eye-catching; it was a fragment, a fragment the size of a finger, as black as ink.
If a regular person faced this fragment, their first impression would certainly be that it is just a piece of rubble.
However, when Zheng Ming looked at this fragment, a strange light flashed in his eyes; he recognized the original form of this fragment as the source of the blade light used by Zhenhai God Marquis and the people of the Four Sages of Ziyun Palace not long ago.
The fragment was merely a sealed object, but at the moment Zheng Ming dissolved the Eight-Nine Profound Art, he felt a sensation rise in his heart towards the fragment.
This was a feeling of closeness.
