The fierce battle in the starry sky suddenly escalated, and teams of monks in Taoist robes stepped on long swords.

The sword tassels fluttered in the turbulent energy, and sharp sword energy tore through the void, colliding with the energy shield of the ancient race's fleet, creating a dazzling rain of light.

The roar of naval guns and the shouts of sword techniques resounded throughout the world, creating a chaotic battlefield.

Martin stared at the familiar sword cultivators on the screen, his brows slightly furrowed.

The cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm... their attire, sword moves, and even the fluctuations when they mobilized their spiritual power all completely matched the characteristics recorded in the intelligence.

"Why are people from Xuanhuang Realm here?"

Kage whispered beside him and pulled up the relevant files.

"According to previous intelligence, their war with the Ancient Plane is at a stalemate, and their main force should be tied down at the border."

On the screen, a cultivator from the Xuanhuang Realm summoned a gigantic compass. As the compass spun, countless runes shot towards the enemy fleet like meteors, blowing the engine compartment of a cruiser apart.

The fleet of the ancient race was not to be outdone and released a group of strange-looking biological weapons. Those creatures spit out corrosive mucus from their mouths that could actually dissolve sword energy.

Martin tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his eyes sweeping across the edge of the battlefield - although the Xuanhuang Realm's fleet was small in scale, the individual cultivators were extremely powerful, and they were obviously the elite among the elite.

"To be able to withdraw so many experts from the battlefield of the ancient plane, either the situation there has turned around, or..."

He paused, a sharp gleam in his eyes.

"It's the chaos in the Matrix Galaxy that hides something that concerns them more than the war between the two worlds."

As he was speaking, the cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm on the screen seemed to have sensed the presence of Martin's fleet. Several figures, standing on long swords, looked towards this side from afar, their gazes penetrating the void with scrutiny and vigilance.

"Keep your distance and wait and see," Martin ordered. "Find out their purpose first, then make plans."

The fleet slowly adjusted its course and stopped on the outskirts of the battlefield.

Martin watched the sword cultivators fighting the ancient races, and his doubts grew even more intense—the Xuanhuang Realm, the ancient races, the higher powers…

More and more forces are drawn into this chaos. What secrets are hidden deep in the Matrix Galaxy?

The star wind swept through the portholes of the bridge, carrying the smell of gunpowder from the distant battlefield.