Chen Ping'an's sparring match with Jiang She had caused fist auras, Sword Qi, and martial fortune to intertwine between Heaven and Earth. When Wu Shuang Jiang entered the fray, further changes arose. Over a hundred magic treasures shattered one after another as though they cost nothing, battering an Ancient Battlefield Ruins that had originally been barren of Spiritual Energy until its Spiritual Energy grew as dense as mercury, visible to the naked eye.
Cui Dongshan's Ancient Shu Marsh ruins, Jiang Shangzhen's Willow Shade Ground dao field, and several hidden Small Worlds connected to them all suffered this chaotic, violent impact. They revealed themselves one by one, making the entire layered formation sway like a small boat tossed amid raging waves, like a bird beating its wings against a gale in the sky.
Jiang Shangzhen, who had to keep pouring money into maintaining the formation, laughed and cursed, "Just watching the battle costs a fortune too? What the hell is this!"
Cui Dongshan looked solemn. Rarely, he offered not a single word of agreement. With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of golden light flew from each cuff, while a snow-white river of talismans swept toward the boundary where the layered formation met Heaven and Earth Connect. Gold and white mended the cracks appearing in the formation, their radiance flowing like gold and silver used to mend a porcelain bowl.
After gathering those three portions of martial fortune, Jiang She recovered to the peak of the Martial Dao Eleventh Realm. Though his Yin God had yet to return to its place, preventing his Fourteen Realms from attaining perfection, he still had strength to spare against Wu Shuang Jiang's endless Magical Powers. He carefully surveyed this battlefield "map." Neither timing nor terrain favored him, yet the First Ancestor of the School