Chapter 778: Antique Street
So the three of them set off at once, moving through valleys and forests where the scent of damp leaves hung thick in the air. Along the way, under rustling canopies of green and with sunlight breaking through the leaves in shifting patches, Max took the time to converse more deeply with Gayle and Rose.
It turned out to be a journey full of quiet revelations and exchanges of knowledge. From the siblings, Max learned countless details about the Hundred Battles Region—secrets of its terrain, the shifting alliances of the overlord forces, and stories of great battles and hidden dangers that lay in wait behind seemingly ordinary hills and rivers.
He soaked up the knowledge like a sponge, committing every tidbit to memory, knowing how crucial information could be in this ever-changing landscape of power.
Three days later, as dawn’s pale light crept over the horizon, the trio finally arrived at the outskirts of Misty City. The city sprawled for thousands of miles, shrouded under its perpetual veil of silvery mist that curled and drifted like ghostly tendrils around rooftops and towers.
The fog was delicate at first, a mere translucent curtain over the city streets, casting everything in a dreamlike glow as lantern lights blurred into soft halos.
But as one gazed westward, the fog thickened, turning into dense white walls where sky and earth seemed to dissolve into an endless void of swirling vapor, hiding all shapes and forms as though the city were perched on the edge of the world itself.
Arriving inside the city, the three checked into a hotel, its wooden beams polished by age and countless visitors. The place smelled faintly of herbs and burning oil lamps along with futuristic neon glowing signs.
Tired from the long trek but brimming with thoughts about the coming days, they settled into their rooms, the faint glow of lantern light casting flickering shadows across the walls.
Night slowly fell over Misty City, the fog outside growing thicker and more mysterious by the hour, wrapping the entire city in a silent embrace.
Max, determined not to waste a single moment, slipped quietly into his Dimension of Time as soon as he settled into his room for the night. Inside that isolated, timeless space, he launched himself headlong into rigorous training, alternating between fierce repetitions of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art and meticulous practice of the Invisibility Cloak skill.
Every strike of his fist roared through the still air of his private dimension, his muscles straining as he forced his body to memorize the precise movements of the Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, the Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, and finally the cataclysmic Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist. Sweat poured down his face and soaked through his clothes, but he ignored it all, eyes burning with intense focus.