Shi Jinghong looked up. A Primordial Spirit stood poised in the void, softly reciting:
"The daylight is so brief; a hundred years pass all too soon. The heavens stretch vast and boundless; through ten thousand tribulations, Pure Yang endures."
As the words fell, the spiritual energy across the entire sea seemed to obey a command. In an instant, it was drained dry and transformed into surging Pure Yang energy.
A red sun rose from the center of the battlefield, blazing with such splendor that none could look where its light fell.
That Primordial Spirit had abandoned his fleshly body. He walked slowly through the air toward the red sun and smiled. "A person's life begins like the rising morning sun, filled with boundless promise."
With the red sun overhead, Fu Hai felt his entire body sink into stillness. Even time seemed nailed in place.
He roused every ounce of his power. For the first time, the chill of death struck him with such terrible clarity.
"Roar! Break!"
Fu Hai transformed into his true form. A Mysterious Whale as vast as a mountain appeared with a thunderous crash, its enormous body straining to break free of the invisible bonds.
Yet to everyone watching, the colossal whale managed to advance only a few yards, as though mired in a boundless swamp.
Then the red sun suddenly fell.
Its light struck the Mysterious Whale's back. A deafening blast split the air, furious waves soared skyward, and a thousand-yard tsunami hurled spray into the air. Above the blue sea, clouds churned and mist billowed.
The Demon Race, along with the disciples of the Taihua Sect and Three Immortals Island, stared in shock. As one, they retreated and looked up.
Some demons failed to escape in time and were crushed to ash by the shockwave.