For a time, the Corpse Ghosts caught out in the open, the unlucky thugs hoping to profit from the chaos, and the Long-Haired Remnants orchestrating the unrest all suffered terribly.
Under that barrage of cannon fire, anyone without the power of a Yin God True Person could survive only by sheer luck.
A handful who fled into buildings escaped. Most were blasted into mincemeat by the shells.
The turmoil throughout the city subsided all at once. Even the dark canopy overhead seemed cowed and slowly drew back.
Tang Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Great Chu's army had arrived; they should be able to bring the situation under control.
At that moment, Tang Changsheng neither spoke nor moved. No one even noticed that the blazing sun that had hung in midair had long since vanished.
In truth, Tang Changsheng was in a terrible state.
He had wielded the Netherworld Sacred Coin and the Jade Ruyi at the same time. Though the Netherworld Sacred Coin consumed little of his own Dharma Power, the strain had become more than he could bear.
Both Treasured Artifacts were meant for use by Yang Spirit True Persons, at the very least. Wielding them now had pushed Tang Changsheng far beyond his limits.
Then he had forced his Divine Soul to split into hundreds of thousands of fragments. Even with the power of Sky Silver and Wishfire, his Yin Spirit had nearly dissolved in that instant.
Only because Tang Changsheng had abruptly steadied his Hun, and the Heavenly Mandate Compass had activated to anchor its final wisp, had he survived.
Otherwise, in that single instant, he would have scattered into hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Heart Seeds. His will would have splintered, and his Yin Spirit would have shattered.
Even so, he had fallen into