Upon seeing the announcement from God-Monarch Qiongjiang, Su Yan Yang felt his heart pound with excitement, as if it would burst.

“The Qiongjiang Coin is going to rise!”
“It’s going to skyrocket!”

He quickly logged onto the platform, intending to buy as much as possible, but he found that despite repeatedly increasing his bids, he couldn’t acquire any Qiongjiang Coin. He could only watch helplessly as its value continuously soared.

After finally managing to buy a small amount, half of Su Yan Yang’s underground tomb had already been breached by the Yellow Turban Warriors.

He immediately and frantically mobilized a grand formation, combining it with the power of the Small Three Harmonies to forcibly confront the approaching enemies.

“Damn it…”
Su Yan Yang felt a pang of heartache as he thought about the money he had lost by prematurely selling his Qiongjiang Coin.

“Who exactly is spreading false rumors?”
“And right during the military exam… Is this targeting the military certificate?”

Meanwhile, in another examination arena.

As the Qiongjiang Coin surged again, the Soul Cultivators under Ping Han cheered, and the artifact attacks grew even more ferocious.

Ping Han’s expression, however, grew increasingly calm and profound.

At this moment, he activated his magic power, mobilized the Spirit Realm Network, and instantly mortgaged a portion of his Qiongjiang Coin.

His artifact membership then upgraded again, the Soul Cultivators’ computation pool resources continued to improve, and his entire dharma skeleton rapidly downloaded one level 20 cultivation technique after another from the Spirit Realm…

At this moment, as the value of the Qiongjiang Coin shifted, Ping Han leveraged this grand cosmic trend, and his strength once again surged dramatically.

He faced the continuous assault of the Yellow Turban Warriors head-on, one palm supporting the sky, the other pressing down on the earth. Then, with a furious roar, the magic power within him erupted like lava from deep within the earth’s crust.

He roared in his heart: “Two years!”
“Does anyone know how I’ve spent these past two years?”
“In these two years, I have witnessed the ebb and flow, endured the ups and downs of the currency ocean, and faced financial ruin nine times without faltering.”
“Finally, I have forged this indomitable Dao Heart that remains unshaken even if the sky falls! I have acquired a pair of discerning eyes that can see through the grand trends of the world! And I command this earth-shattering power!”
“Now, a single thought from a God-Monarch of Soul Transformation can trigger tremors between heaven and earth.”
“But this tremor did not harm me; instead, it served my purpose, elevating me to a higher level.”
“In today’s military certificate examination… who can defeat me? Who is worthy of defeating me?”

As Ping Han let out a furious roar, rows upon rows of Yellow Turban Warriors were shattered into pieces.

On the flying ship.

At this moment, in the eyes of numerous judges and guests, it seemed as if surging waves of dense spirit coins, imbued with mighty immortal power, were descending from the heavens. As Ping Han’s palm seals shifted and his magic power surged, these coins continuously poured into his body, sweeping in all directions according to his will.

True Monarch Qiyun watched Ping Han’s performance, his eyes showing even greater admiration: “His combat power has broken through again.”
“This young man truly seems to be a talent for currency speculation, with the potential to advance further on the path of immortality.”

True Monarch Tianxiang, standing nearby, was also slightly moved and remarked, “Facing the changing tides directly in battle, not being crushed but instead harnessing the grand trend to unleash even greater combat power – this Ping Han is truly a talent.”

Geng Chenyi, a Fifth-Rank True God, commented, “One force can subdue ten gatherings. With Ping Han’s current combat strength, he is simply unmatched in this arena.”

Meanwhile, Director Gao, observing this scene, couldn’t help but feel a question arise in his mind.

“Did I misjudge Ping Han? After two years of tempering, has he become less impetuous, with a Dao Heart that is no longer burdened by market trends?”

At the same time, the Yellow Turban Warriors’ offensive grew increasingly fierce and powerful, quickly reaching its most ferocious and dominant wave.

Giant Yellow Turban Warriors, like towering divine beings, charged forward.

Some of these Yellow Turban Warriors stood 10 meters tall, clad in armor, resembling moving hills.

Others were slender, wreathed in raging winds, shooting forward at several times the speed of sound.

Still others crawled on all fours like beasts, their bodies covered in high-frequency oscillating primordial magnetic weapons.

And some Yellow Turban Warriors bore divine thunder-iron armor, spewing forth wind-fire tornadoes with every breath…

Each powerful Yellow Turban Warrior, like a Foundation Establishment realm expert, converged on the array’s core, subtly forming formations and demonstrating intelligent coordination.

A thought subtly emerged in the minds of the examinees watching this scene: the Yellow Turban Warriors before them were no longer mere puppets, but an army, a Yellow Turban Army.

Facing this wave of attacks, Su Yan Yang, who had already been severely impacted, suffered repeated defeats. His constructed underground palace was torn open piece by piece, spiritual energy pathways were severed, and the array’s core was bombarded by divine thunderbolts…

Su Yan Yang looked at the final five minutes and gritted his teeth, “Hold on, I can last until the very end.”

On the other side, Xiao Yunji, facing this strongest wave of attacks, no longer held back her strength.

Her three heads and six arms underwent a new transformation: as her three heads shifted and her six arms drew in, her body elongated… subtly taking on a hint of a dragon’s form?

Was Xiao Yunji going to transform into a dragon using her shifting dharma skeleton to fight?

Using the dragon’s majesty, the dragon’s dominance, the dragon’s power… to sweep away these Yellow Turban Warriors?

No, in Xiao Yunji’s eyes, dragons were merely food, just another animal in a breeding farm.

How could they compare to the ferocity of an ultra-high-speed train, capable of traversing the eight wildernesses and sailing the four seas, after the advancement of immortal cultivation technology?

Xiao Yunji’s form underwent a series of transformations, turning her into a train over ten meters long—a high-speed train that surpassed dragons in speed, power, momentum, and durability.

The train hovered above the primordial magnetic channel, then, after an acceleration, shot out along it. The Yellow Turban Warriors in its path were crushed one by one, turned into speed bumps.

On the flying ship, the numerous guests did not hesitate to praise Xiao Yunji’s transformation.

“No wonder Xiao Yunji’s dharma skeleton synchronization rate has always been low.”
“It’s a dharma skeleton completely detached from human form, retaining not even a trace of animalistic characteristics.”
“Losing the sensations of an animalistic body means humanity will gradually dissipate. Not to mention synchronization rates, if one’s spiritual realm is insufficient, even their Dao Heart might regress.”

True Monarch Qiyun commented, “Undergoing transformation after transformation, adding dharma skeletons repeatedly—it was likely all for today’s meteoric rise.”

True Monarch Tianxiang sighed, “Alas, human efforts sometimes fall short. Even abandoning human form, or even humanity itself, cannot compare to favorable timing and terrain. It cannot stop Ping Han’s current momentum.”

Meanwhile, Geng Chenyi, standing nearby, chuckled, “Gentlemen, look there, someone else is also quite unexpected.”

After his body expanded, Zhang Yu devoured a large number of shattered Yellow Turban Warriors, and after a period of digestion, he spat out refined construction materials.

Surging astral qi transported these materials to various parts of the earth giant’s body, and under the construction of the Formless Warriors, they were gradually forged into the earth giant’s skeleton.

As a skeleton gradually formed within it, the earth giant’s sturdiness increased, and its internal power transmission became more and more akin to that of a human body.

Zhang Yu understood that the attacks in this exam would grow stronger with each wave; he had to accelerate his progress and develop quickly during the test.

So he refined materials and forged the skeleton. The earth giant’s body became increasingly heavy, its movements slower, but the power it contained grew terrifyingly immense.

Even the ashes of the Ying family members were used within the earth giant by him, employing a blood sacrifice method to increase its strength.

Zhang Yu was building this earth giant as a mobile fortress.

And seeing the ashes of his own family, Ying Xin’s great-grandfather also felt a warm current flow through his heart.

“Father, we’re fighting side by side again!”
“The ashes of family are truly heartwarming.”

As Zhang Yu continuously enhanced the earth giant’s strength, he was also creating something else besides its bones.

So when the final, strongest wave of attacks arrived, Zhang Yu grabbed armor plates refined from the remains of Yellow Turban Warriors and directly armored the earth giant with them.

In a turn, the originally 30-meter-tall earth giant transformed as if into a divine general clad in armor.

Zhang Yu decided that this creation could no longer be called an earth giant, nor was ‘Formless Warrior’ suitable. He decided to name it the Formless Spiritual General.

Divine thunder-iron bolts were shot from distant Yellow Turban Warriors, striking directly at the Formless Spiritual General’s chest with terrifying penetrative force.

Had it been the earth giant Zhang Yu initially created casually with the Small Three Harmonies, it would likely have been torn apart and disintegrated by a single blast.

But at this moment, with an earth-shattering roar, the armor on the Formless Spiritual General’s chest showed only a scorch mark and a slight indentation.

Propelled by the power of its entire skeleton and astral qi, the Formless Spiritual General stood proudly on the earth, not retreating a single step.

Its astonishing defensive power meant that Zhang Yu no longer needed to constantly draw mud and sand to repair the Formless Spiritual General’s body.

This also meant his Small Three Harmonies could be fully dedicated to driving the Formless Spiritual General’s movements and maintaining its structure.

This was not merely an increase in the Formless Spiritual General’s power, but also a refinement in its operation and structure.

With a tremor, the Formless Spiritual General’s body beneath the armor became increasingly refined.

Thanks to Zhang Yu’s precise martial arts control and the enhancement of his Martial Dao Sacred Body, the originally crude mud and sand now adhered to the bones, seemingly transforming into real flesh and blood.

Combined with the surging Formless Cloud Astral Qi flowing through it, the Formless Spiritual General, under Zhang Yu’s manipulation, was like a living being at this moment—an infinitely magnified version of himself.

He stepped forward, lowered his shoulder, dropped his elbow, and struck with his palm!

The muscles formed from mud and sand twisted and vibrated violently like steel rebar, unleashing immense power.

Under a palm strike imbued with surging astral qi, the ten-meter-tall Yellow Turban Warrior before him shattered with a roar.

At this moment, Zhang Yu directly channeled a martial arts palm strike, the Dragon-Elephant Mountain Collapse Palm, through the Formless Spiritual General.

The next instant, the Formless Spiritual General let out a furious roar, and violent astral qi condensed in its mouth.

Simultaneously, at the Formless Spiritual General’s dantian, several Prairie Fire Platforms were igniting thunderfire, blasting against Zhang Yu’s Formless Cloud Astral Qi.

Beyond the bones and armor, Zhang Yu had also constructed various defensive fortifications within the Formless Spiritual General.

At this moment, the Prairie Fire Platforms spewed thunderfire. This thunderfire power, transferred by the Nine Heavens Cloud Void Force, surged from the Formless Spiritual General’s mouth like a thick line, sweeping towards the Yellow Turban Army a hundred meters away.

On the flying ship.

Director Gao watched this scene, a smile irrepressibly appearing on his lips. He thought, “Truly worthy of being a genius from my Civil Engineering Department; his construction skills have been utilized to their utmost.”

“This isn’t just about powerful techniques, but also intelligent design, fusing Zhang Yu’s power into one furnace, unleashing an effect where one plus one is far greater than two.”

Meanwhile, True Monarch Qiyun mused, “Civil engineering methods, martial arts applications, but ultimately, isn’t it the mindset of artifact forging? This young man’s inner core has indeed transformed into the shape of a magnetic pole.”