The Water Vein Management Track was set in a low-lying area on the eastern side of Jinao Island.
The arena had been altered to simulate a flood-ravaged region spanning ten thousand li, with twisting river channels, raging currents, and mud and sand swept along in the water.
The panel of Referees stood at the edge of the arena, holding Jade Slips to record and monitor each contestant's progress in real time.
Dayu crouched by the bank, dipping his fingers into the water to feel the current's speed and direction. The water ran through his fingers, icy cold to the bone, and he narrowed his eyes as he sensed it.
He then pressed his fingers into the mud along the bank and rubbed it between them.
The soil was loose and held a great deal of water. A single squeeze made water seep out.
He walked several steps along the river channel. Contestants in several other areas were busy using spells to block the water.
A disciple of the Clam Clan formed hand seals, and a wall of water rose from the river's surface, blocking the surging flood.
The water wall lasted less than ten seconds before collapsing with a thunderous crash.
The flood, carrying mud and sand, surged forward. The disciple was swept into it, rolled through the water three or four times, gulped down several mouthfuls, and only then crawled ashore in a miserable state.
Dayu, meanwhile, crouched at the breach and took an utterly ordinary iron shovel from his Storage Bag.
The shovel was completely ordinary, without Formation Patterns or Spiritual Power fluctuations. It was simply the kind of shovel used by mortals.
It had an iron spade and a wooden handle, the grip worn smooth and glossy. At a glance, it was clearly an old tool that