Finger.
The simplest of moves.
Yet it is precisely this move that raises tempestuous waves in heaven and earth.
In this instant, the atmosphere before Yong Zhizhen exploded with a thunderous roar, a circle of pure white shockwaves spreading at a hundred times the speed of sound, plowing the shattered earth into a massive ring-shaped trench!
But this was just the beginning. His divine great wind, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, was a much stronger soul and spirit attack touching reality—a ripple of a ripple!
At this moment, Yong Zhizhen's mind and heart, more condensed than ever, were concentrated in this finger, and the previously formless and shapeless thought of soul and spirit finally became visible to the naked eye in this strike.
It is wind, it is wave, it is movement, constantly vibrating, eternally unceasing—a kind of essence leaping on the inner side of the world, at the source of the soul.
