“Don’t be so stubborn, Old Chen. No one is trying to drive you into a corner. In the end, it’s just a sparring match to foster competition and achieve the goal of advancing together,” the old man in traditional clothing said amicably.0

“Do you really think I’m not aware that someone wants to suppress the Old Arts?" Old Chen said with a cold tone.0

“You’re as stubborn as always, Old Chen. After the passing of the Four Elders of the Old Arts, there are only a few strong and thoughtful individuals left in this field, like you and maybe a couple more.” The old man in traditional clothing shook his head. He wore a calm expression, but spoke with confidence.0

Old Chen remarked, “How confident of you, Chang Heng. It seems that discovering a pathway to transcendence and experiencing a significant boost in strength has completely transformed your introverted nature.”0

Chang Heng, the old man in traditional clothing, had short black hair. Despite a few wrinkles that appeared when he spoke, he bore little resemblance to an old man. His eyes held a profound strength that came from his heart. What was most astonishing was the faint halo surrounding his body, as if he possessed some enigmatic power.0

He stood on the brown frozen ground, his body radiating a hazy light. Just a short distance away, a battleship loomed, blending the elements of mythology and technology into a surreal scene.0

Everyone’s heart raced as they...0