Deng Tianxin did not move. Watching Tang Chen's pain, he lightly tapped his forehead.
A strand of the God of Love's power entered Tang Chen's mind and occupied the core of his sea of consciousness.
"It's all right now. With this power, your mental state can remain stable for a long time," Deng Tianxin said softly as he looked at Tang Chen.
Tang Chen's ragged breathing gradually calmed. The force that had nearly torn him apart seemed to be blocked by an invisible dam, slowly receding from his mind like an ebbing tide.
He raised his head. The blood-red color in his eyes had faded somewhat. Though they were still cloudy, traces of the clarity belonging to a peerless powerhouse could now be seen.
He slowly released Deng Tianxin's wrist, as though waking from a long dream.
The grand hall was already in ruins. Shattered black stone and broken bones lay scattered everywhere, and the air still carried the stench of blood and smoke.
Tang Chen closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the madness and brutality had retreated to their deepest depths.
"I never thought that Tang Chen, who roamed the world for half his life, would ultimately need a junior to steady his mind." Tang Chen gave a low laugh and slowly pushed himself to his feet.
His body was still tall and imposing, but his back was no longer as straight as before. Much of that chilling madness had also dissipated.
"Thank you." Tang Chen cupped his hands toward Deng Tianxin, his movements somewhat stiff. Those two words clearly did not come easily from him.
Deng Tianxin shook his head and said only, "Senior, you are merely ill, not defeated. The Asura God's trial was never meant to be easy."
Tang Chen suddenly looked up. "You