Tang Changsheng did not respond. He was restoring the radiance of his roiling Yin Spirit.
The strike had looked simple, but he had put everything he had into it.
First, he had poured Sky Silver and Wishfire into the Nine Dragon Throne without regard for the cost. Only then had he unleashed that glorious blow.
Then he had used the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin to reverse yin and yang, bringing the Netherworld into the Mortal World. That was how he had achieved this result.
But unleashing those two great moves one after the other had taken a tremendous toll on Tang Changsheng.
Fortunately, he had recently gained insight into life and death and opened his Mysterious Aperture. In that brief span, his strength had already recovered.
Suddenly, a moon-bright beam shot straight up from his head. Like the moon in the sky, it shone in every direction.
Then the moonlight began to ripple, as though a stone had been dropped into a still pond, sending out ring after ring.
"The wind's picking up..." someone suddenly cried.
There was nothing strange about wind mixed with heavy rain.
But people soon noticed something different. The wind seemed to arise together with the moonlight, both pulsing at the same rhythm.
They looked toward the bright moon hanging hundreds of meters overhead. A human figure was faintly visible within it: Tang Changsheng's Yin Spirit.
Now he unleashed his power without restraint!
The wind grew fiercer by the moment. It blew against the surging tide and actually drove the seawater back, little by little...
"The tide's going out! The sea's receding! The sea's receding..."
Cheers rose everywhere.
"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal..."
Awe welled up in countless hearts. Tang Changsheng's divine abilities and Dharma Power left them stunned.
Even the City God Sovereign was