In midair, two sword energies clashed thousands of times in the blink of an eye. Lightning and sword flashed so intensely that the figures engaged in battle were barely visible.0

On one side, the raging sea roared, waves crashing against the shore in an endless barrage.0

On the other side, purple qi filled the air, layer upon layer, as the wild waves surged across the mountains and rivers, soon diluting to nothing but trickling streams.0

Every time Wang Daoning fought against Cui Wenjing, he felt this frustrating powerlessness, a sense that his strength had nowhere to go. The two seemed to counter each other perfectly, which was why Wang Daoning was always ranked below Cui Wenjing on the Ranking of Troubled Times.0

It was not about softness overcoming hardness… Cui Wenjing was anything but soft.0

He was vast, with his purple qi filling the mountains and rivers, displaying a magnificent aura.0

Wang Daoning had always struggled to understand how someone so devoted to his family could embody the grandeur of rivers and mountains....0