After seven full days and nights of howling wind and torrential rain, the storm finally came to an end before dawn on the eighth day.
The coastline outside Eastsea City was a scene of utter devastation.
Windbreak forests had been snapped in half by the gale, seawalls were riddled with cracks, and the remains of countless marine creatures had been washed ashore by the enormous waves. Everything bore witness to the terrifying destruction wrought by the super typhoon.
Yet the wind had finally stopped.
The thick, lead-gray clouds were brutally torn apart by the rising sun, and golden sunlight spilled across the ravaged shore.
A seven-colored rainbow stretched across the meeting point of sea and sky, so dazzling it seemed almost unreal, drawing a tranquil close to this Calamity.
At the outermost edge of the coast, on a black reef jutting out from the sea, Tang Linyuan sat cross-legged.
One hundred sixty-eight hours.
During the storm's fiercest first five days, he had not taken a single step back.
When waves crashed down, he split them apart with his spear. When the gale surged toward him, he endured it with his body alone.
During the brief lulls as the typhoon weakened, he merely tore open waterproof bags mechanically and swallowed a few shriveled high-energy bars to maintain his strength.
Seawater repeatedly evaporated from his black clothes, leaving behind thick white salt frost that froze the fabric as hard as iron.
His exposed arms and cheeks were covered in tiny bloody cuts carved by high-speed droplets, then pickled by sea salt until they formed dark red scabs.
Since the latter half of last night, the lingering force of the typhoon had no longer posed any threat to his battle-tempered body. Tang Linyuan had put away the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear, closed his