The old scholar was standing on a huge boulder atop the colossal mountain. The mountain wind whistled past him, causing his sleeves to loudly flap in the air.

At this moment, did the white-haired old scholar standing high against the mountain wind still appear impoverished in the least?

The old scholar gazed at the brilliant speck of light that suddenly burst into existence more than 400 kilometers away. Even though it was extremely far away, the old scholar still found it to be slightly blinding. He nodded slightly and said, "So many years have passed, and even though the edge of the blade is far blunter than the legends, the intense aura of sharpness that it possesses hasn't declined by much. Impressive, how very impressive. After a lengthy 10,000 years filled with vicissitudes, you're still able to maintain such a razor-sharp spirit. However..."

The old scholar quickly smiled and continued, "I'll use this mountain to teach the two of you the meaning of true difficulty and the need to retreat to avoid defeat. In terms of things like fighting, it's best that we keep it to a minimum. After all, fighting will detrimentally affect relationships."

The mountain that the old scholar had "visualized" into the painting and was standing on right now was as renowned as could be.

In the Middle Earth Divine Continent, the largest of the nine continents,...