The internal space of the jade bracelet seemed boundless, filled with countless fragments of laws, like a world on the brink of destruction.

No matter how many times Chen Qingyuan had visited, he was always struck with awe, unable to maintain absolute calm.

A silver spear floated in a corner of the space. Chen Qingyuan's consciousness approached it, feeling a heavy heart.

The spear was nine feet long, with a dragon pattern engraved at its tip. Though its surface was smooth, countless cracks marred its Dao rhythm, indicating it had experienced something significant.