A finger.
The simplest of actions.
Yet it was precisely because of that action that wild waves suddenly surged between heaven and earth.
In that instant, the atmosphere for thousands of zhang before Yong Zhizhen exploded with a thunderous boom. A ring of pure-white shockwaves spread at a speed a hundred times beyond sound, plowing the already shattered earth open once more into a massive circular trench!
But this was merely the opening move. The enormous divine wind capable of moving mountains and filling seas, smashing peaks and shattering ranges, was in essence the aftermath of an even more powerful Divine Soul attack spilling over into reality—the aftermath of an aftermath!
At this moment, Yong Zhizhen's mind had condensed with unprecedented focus, all concentrated within this one finger. The thought of his Divine Soul, formerly formless and invisible, finally became visible to the naked eye in this strike.
It was wind, it was waves, it was motion, it was endless trembling, eternal and unceasing—a certain essence that leaped within the inner side of the world, at the source of the soul.
Its name was heart; it was also nature, and likewise the immortal, indestructible, eternal [Thought]!
With a thought from Yong Zhizhen, the Purifying World Sin-Scouring Mystic Wind immediately spun. Distorted light gathered at the very forefront of the gale, while all the surrounding air ignited beneath the violent, rapid compression.
A blazing crimson line of fire shot toward An Jing's brow at the speed of light!
This divine wind ignored the flesh and struck directly at the soul! If it were anyone else, even someone with a will as unyielding as Yue Qingge's, the wind would likely shake their three souls and seven spirits, robbing them of their ability to fight.
But he had chosen the wrong opponent.
An