Old Chen stood tall and proud, hands casually tucked behind his back, emanating an air of confidence. Overflowing with zeal and fervor, he was determined to rise to the very top and match wits with legends of old. He felt an overwhelming urge to shout triumphantly to the skies. But just as he tilted his head upwards, a cascade of gleaming sword energy rained down like a heavy downpour. The entire realm shimmered with these radiant blades, and they threatened to swallow him whole.2

A shiver of dread crept up his spine. What is going on? Has the Inner Landscape always been this treacherous? Freshly arrived, he found himself under siege, with the entire space awash in blinding sword radiance. Summoning all his strength and knowledge, Old Chen deployed every Grandmaster technique he knew, erecting a spiritual shield to fend off the relentless onslaught of luminous beams.0

Boom!0

He felt like a tiny boat in a turbulent sea, caught amidst monstrous waves that tossed him skyward, and yanked him into the eye of a terrifying whirlpool. 0

Old Chen was utterly flabbergasted. The Inner Landscape was too perilous for words. Could Wang Xuan's warning about the realm sapping one's vital essence be true?0

The pain was unbearable!0

He felt as if he was coming apart at the seams. The spiritual domain that once encased him like a misty veil was now being cleaved into thin wisps, spiraling upwards like tendrils of smoke. It was a hellish introduction – being bombarded as soon as he entered. Old Chen was seriously having doubts about this entire endeavor. 0

The scene was tragically breathtaking. His once vast spiritual realm was now fraying,...0