Nirvana Buddha Phantom

The fire-element spell was poured into it. The entire silver-gray giant sphere fell silent for several breaths, then the Nether Dragon let out a shriek of agonizing pain.

Great ripples spread across the silver sphere's surface, followed by bulges and convulsions everywhere. At last, with a bang, countless holes burst open.

Strands of Nirvana Buddha Light bloomed from those holes.

"Success!" Ning Zhuo seized the chance to shake the Spiritually Connected Treasure Mirror and retrieve Meng Yehu.

As for Fire in Wood, it had been completely exhausted as a consumable!

The fire-element spell Ning Zhuo had improvised was merely the right key. What he lacked was power!

Relying on himself alone, even with the Five Viscera Temple Spirit Divine Art and the boost of military power, was not enough. He could only go all out and detonate Fire in Wood, that fire seed.

At a dreadful cost, Ning Zhuo had successfully achieved his goal and broken the silver-gray giant sphere.

River of Forgetfulness Prefect: ...

"Why did he happen to possess a fire-element spell that perfectly countered the water-element seal?!"

"Why does a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator actually carry a fire seed?!"

"Fate, fate..."

At this moment, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect no longer harbored the slightest hope of luck, and a deep chill filled his heart.

His century-long grand plan had been set from the outset: sacrifice to Yin Heaven and defy Yang Heaven. Thus, he had incurred the backlash of Yang Realm fate. Even though he was in the underworld, he had still been arranged for with crystal clarity.

Yet what choice did he have?

What he sought to reverse was the life and death of a celestial ghost. What he sought to refine was an acquired aptitude!

That alone was beyond what he could accomplish by himself.