The Pamir Plateau, situated at an altitude of 4,500 meters above sea level, was known for its harsh climate. The soil appeared grayish-brown, transforming into frozen ground as autumn approached.0

In the sky, a massive super battleship loomed, its icy exterior reflecting the unforgiving cold. Inside the cabin, the deputy head of a relevant department sat calmly, tapping his fingers gently on the table. He remained silent, deep in thought.0

“Old scriptures, ascension, Inner Landscape... It seems like you are constantly digging and seeking understanding of these concepts. Your sole motivation for reaching out to us is personal gain.” The deputy spoke calmly, his gaze cold as he addressed the grandmaster of the New Arts. “We have collaborated with Old Chen for many years, and we will not participate in any actions that betray the trust of our people.”0

The supreme grandmaster of the New Arts, dressed in pristine white attire, possessed an otherworldly aura despite his middle-aged appearance. He nodded, acknowledging the statement.0

The deputy head’s response did not come as a surprise to him. After all, it was unthinkable for someone in his position to take any actions that would betray the trust of his people at this time. However, the supreme grandmaster was confident that he would eventually collaborate with the Old Earth and...0