"Even the individuals that broke through the ceiling and surpassed the limits of the real world's suppression have died?" Chen Yongjie was dazed and in disbelief.0

The news was too sudden. It rang in his ears and shook his mind, and he felt a pang of fear. The ancient spaceship was far too terrifying. He would have died, too, if he hadn't stayed behind to guard Wang Xuan and instead had gone ahead to explore!0

Though not in the same compound, Wang Xuan woke abruptly from a deep state of meditation the moment he caught snippets of Old Chen's words. In an instant, he vanished from where he was and reappeared in Old Chen’s room.0

"They’re all… dead?" asked Wang Xuan as he felt his heart sink.0

"Yes." Chen Yongjie nodded, furrowing his brow.0

Then, as if recalling something, he added, "I'm talking about the New World. A similar ancient spaceship suddenly appeared in outer space, with a hull that was full of holes and stained with a large amount of transcendent blood."0

"My God!" shouted Wang Xuan. He glanced at Chen Yongjie and felt the urge to reprimand him. 0

Can’t he choose his words more carefully?0

Chen Yongjie’s words had just tugged at Wang Xuan’s heartstrings.0

In the New World, an ancient spaceship had...0