Zhang Chen did not deliberately create the setting. Instead, he let the world construct an area suitable for their battle based on their circumstances. When their consciousnesses ascended along the chains into the mental space, they arrived in an incomparably familiar place.
"Jiaoping Village? Zhang Chen, you really know how to pick a location."
Jia Xin's consciousness had not suffered any injuries in their previous clash. His ribbons fluttered and his white robes wrapped around him as he descended onto the villa's roof, yet there was not the slightest trace of righteous, immortal poise about him. With the inner demon merged into Jia Xin, Evil Qi seeped through the smile on his face.
Zhang Chen stood below the building, studying Jia Xin, whose body radiated both righteous and sinister auras. He had his own particular thoughts about this battle.
Both of them were consciousness forms. Only their individual selves had come here, without any divine artifacts or external objects.
However, this gave Zhang Chen a certain advantage. With a wave of one hand, a crimson scabbard descended through a hole in the barrier of the mental space and landed in Jia Xin's hand.
As Zhang Chen transmitted it over, he sensed the intricate construction of Xiang Long and praised it. "Among sword-type divine artifacts, yours should be one of the strongest, right? Not only does it contain the Candle Dragon Sinew you extracted back then, but it also has an exceptionally sturdy Candle Dragon Rock ore. Yet the sword blank itself came from another divine artifact."
The moment Xiang Long fell into Jia Xin's hand, his entire presence underwent a tremendous change.
The Dragon God Nine Heavens Art had practically been tailored for wielding Xiang Long. Otherwise, Jia Xin's strength alone would have been insufficient to swing a divine artifact