Time flew by, and twenty thousand years passed.
Azure Lotus City, Purple Firmament Peak.
Purple Firmament Garden, Wang Mengbin's residence.
Wang Mengbin, Wang Jiye, and Bai Yuqi sat in a green stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting.
"Not bad. You can refine a High-Grade Chaos Armor now. Although your success rate is a little low, at least you can make one."
Wang Mengbin wore an approving expression.
Wang Jiye was his descendant. Seeing how much Wang Jiye had improved, Wang Mengbin felt immensely proud.
"Only one success out of six batches of materials. I still have a long way to go."
Wang Jiye spoke modestly.
"That's already very impressive. Many veteran Third Order Immortal Artifact Craftsmen can't do it."
Bai Yuqi praised him, her face beaming with delight.
"I'll work even harder and strive to improve my success rate."
Wang Jiye grew solemn.
Besides High-Grade Chaos Armor, he could also refine High-Grade World Extinction Cannons, though his success rate was not high either—one success out of three batches of materials. That was already quite impressive. High-Grade World Extinction Cannons and High-Grade Chaos Armor were notoriously difficult to refine; otherwise, they would not have been so precious.
"We believe you can definitely do it. Strive to catch up with our Old Ancestor."
Wang Mengbin encouraged him.
Wang Jiye nodded. "I understand, Father."
"You should spend more time now—"
Before Wang Mengbin could finish speaking, he suddenly frowned and took out a Tracking Disk shimmering with silver light. After striking it with a Hand Seal, Wang Yixin's voice rang out: "Old Ancestor Mengbin, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal wants to make a trade with us. He refuses to come inside and is waiting outside the city. Old Ancestor Qingshan and the others are in seclusion, so only you can make the decision."