After finishing Spring Dawn, Fang Yun flicked his hand, and the dried blood on it fell away on its own. Then he strode up Yueyang Tower.
Standing atop the city wall, Fang Yun looked toward the riverbank.
Across from Yueyang Tower lay the channel connecting Dongting Lake to the Yangtze River, generally considered part of the Yangtze.
The water ahead boiled. Throughout twenty li of river, bubbles rose with a constant gurgling, and before long, a pale-gold, translucent Dragon Gate Phantom slowly emerged.
At last, the Dragon Gate stopped rising when it reached a height of ten zhang.
A reminiscent look crossed Fang Yun's face. Back when he had first manifested the Dragon Gate Phantom with "correct your faults if you have them; redouble your efforts if you do not," it had been only one zhang tall. Now, it was a full ten times that height.
The new Dragon Gate was not merely taller and larger. The patterns on the phantom were also more intricate, and it radiated a faint aura of the dragon race.
It seems this has something to do with my having leaped over the Dragon Gate, Fang Yun thought.
The people of Baling City poured toward the riverbank.
Then the people of Baling witnessed a magnificent sight: hundreds of millions of river fish and water demons charged toward the Dragon Gate Phantom, then leaped with every ounce of their strength.
Dense shoals of fish and water demons packed the entire surface of the Yangtze like a thick carpet of flesh and blood. The sight made people's whole bodies prickle.
Suddenly, a towering wave rose from the river, ten zhang high, racing forward like an enormous wall. Wherever it passed, every fish and water demon was crushed into pulp.
Yet all the water demons and river fish