A ruined house.
Its walls were broken, letting wind in from every side.
Murky gray air drifted in from outside, only to be swept away by an unseen force within several meters of Jiang Jingnian and vanish without a trace.
Rumble!
Explosive rumbles sounded in the distance from time to time, and occasionally flames shot skyward, illuminating half the murky gray night sky.
Watching the occasional bits of rubble shaken loose from the wall by distant shock waves, Jiang Jingnian shook his head and sighed softly. "It really is lively all day and night!"
Of course, talk was talk.
He had absolutely no intention of joining the excitement.
After forming the embryonic shape of his new divine ability, he had something more important to do.
Namely.
Fill [Fivefold Gold] to capacity.
After all, fully recovering to his peak was already impossible in the short term, especially amid such chaos.
He might as well perfect his trump card to face the powerful foes to come.
A crescent moon pattern appeared between Jiang Jingnian's brows. Wisps of true astral force surged out of it, settling before him and forming a mass of incomparably sharp golden mist.
This so-called golden mist was actually composed of countless strands of Metal Virtue Sword Qi.
Jiang Jingnian was clearly a martial expert who cared least for formal moves. Sometimes, in life-and-death combat, he even all but discarded refined fist and foot techniques, his fighting style returning entirely to its primal roots, like a barbarian.
And yet his most lethal divine ability.
Was the sword dao of metal virtue.
There was something almost paradoxical about it.
The golden mist rapidly took shape, sword qi whirling and cutting within it, the whole mass poised between exploding and not exploding.
Yet in the next instant.
The golden mist on