The sea surface rapidly rose, heaving up towering Giant Waves in the distance.
Violent gamma rays shone alongside intense light, and surging shockwaves exploded outward in layer after layer.
Beside that divine tree, a colossal mushroom cloud fused with fire and lightning rose into the depths of the sky.
The air within a thousand-mile radius became incomparably scorching. Every cultivator, immortal, and sea creature within that range experienced the charms of radiation.
And Daoist Wang, the culprit behind all this, could only smile wryly to himself.
"Alright, this Small World was that fragile?"
In an instant, the situation changed a thousand times.
Wang Jixuan raised a hand to brace himself against the window. Powerful gusts of wind came roaring in, and the waves nearly flipped the Treasure Ship over.
He rapidly considered his options.
Should he let the strange soul flee immediately, or continue with his plan?
After all, they had planted over a hundred Annihilation Bombs in this Small World. That was Peony's entire stockpile, made using the resources within Second Base.
—The technology was what mattered. Peony could produce more at any time.
Wang Jixuan hesitated for a second, then curled his lips into a smile.
He spun around and leaped back onto the bed, letting the Treasure Ship rock violently. No matter how anxiously the immortal soldiers outside shouted, he simply closed his eyes and concentrated.
The more chaotic things became, the more passive the Dark Cult would be.
Next, he needed to find a place in the Thousand Worlds Alliance to lie low.
Before lying low, what was wrong with making an even bigger mess?
Fight!
If he did not hurt the Dark Cult, if he did not hurt the Heavenly Dao, would they really think the Mortal Cultivation World was made of clay?
Wang Jixuan