Old Zhong's study, filled with an ancient charm and a profound sense of history, exuded a mysterious aura, showcasing the extraordinary nature of the place. The bookshelves, each meticulously carved with special symbols like the swastika and Yin-Yang Bagua diagrams, were sourced from ancient temples and long-standing Taoist temples, as Zhong Qing explained. 0

Chen Yongjie nodded in agreement, admiring Old Zhong's penchant for exquisite things, noticing that the items he used all had significant origins. The bookshelves held an array of texts, including bamboo slips, yellowed and even worm-eaten ancient volumes, and silk-made albums. These books, nourished by transcendent substance, glowed faintly, resonating with distant and subtle sounds and revealing blurred images.0

In a daze, some of the ancient books reflected hazy human figures in meditation or engaged in fierce battles with wild beasts, displaying the grandeur of an ancient transcendent world. Such distant and ethereal scenes were perceptible only to the transcendent, invisible to ordinary people.0

Wang Xuan pondered – if ordinary people could never perceive these phenomena, and with the decline of transcendent substance, would the future hold power only for those with heightened spiritual awareness? Could it be that myths would live only in the minds of the keenly perceptive?0

"Great-grandfather," Zhong Qing called out softly.0

Chen Yongjie, slightly annoyed, noticed that Old Zhong still retained an outer layer, having not fully emerged from his rejuvenation. His use of the Golden Cicada Technique...0