The winds high above whipped his robes into a snapping flutter. Tang Qingye stood quietly in the sky, ten thousand streams of air swirling around him.
The giant hand closed, imprisoning the Ghost Emperor firmly within its palm.
Endless radiance churned inside the hand like an invisible furnace, ceaselessly dissolving that remnant soul and the countless shattered fragments of Martial Soul Origin.
Both souls were crushed completely, leaving a mass of pure origin light that flowed without cease, pulsing and bobbing in the palm.
The flowing light stretched and lengthened, gradually shedding its hazy, misty form. The outline of a spear shaft emerged from the luminous mist, its keen tip solidifying little by little. With a soft metallic ring, a long spear shimmering with dark green light lay quietly across the palm.
The dark green spear slowly rose, pointing straight into the distance as a terrifying pressure spread.
"This spear shall be named-Ghost Soul Reflecting Moon."
With a cold shout, Tang Qingye flicked his wrist. The spear became a dark green meteor, tearing through the sky and splitting space into pitch-black fissures as it shot straight ahead.
The bright moon hung high above, spilling its clear radiance like water and coating the entire spear in a faint layer of silvery white.
The spear left his palm, trailing a long tail of light as it swept past the bright moon suspended in the heavens. Its keen tip and the moonlight shone upon one another-a sight fit only for the heavens.
Without a response, such a sight would have been a pity.
Far away in the sky, a clear, ringing spear cry suddenly resounded through the night.
Silver light surged around Gu Yuena. The Silver Dragon Spear manifested in her palm, its fine silver dragon scales gleaming coldly beneath the moonlight.
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