The black fireball burst apart in midair, like a black sun suddenly exploding.
A terrifying shockwave spread madly in all directions. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, and shattered stones were swept up from the ground, forming a devastating storm.
The entire palace thundered and shook violently. Dust billowed, and rubble flew everywhere.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, an enormous crater appeared in the ground.
The crater seemed to be only several zhang wide, its edges so neat that they looked as though they had been sliced by some incomparably sharp force. Yet upon closer inspection, one would discover that it was bottomless. Its shadowy depths seemed to connect to the Nine Netherworlds and Yellow Springs; the moment one's gaze fell into it, it was swallowed by endless darkness, unable to see the end at all.
The force of that explosion had seemingly drilled straight through this land.
After the explosion, an eerie aura seeped from the crater, drifting slowly through the air like wisps of black smoke.
Yet in only a brief moment, the eerie aura vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.
"Master, that just now was..."
The Primordial Ancient Dragon flashed forward, moving so quickly that it left only an afterimage in the air.
It arrived at Lin Fan's side, concern in its enormous dragon eyes as it carefully examined his condition. Only after confirming that its master was unharmed did it relax slightly.
Lin Fan's eyes were deep as pools. His gaze rested on the bottomless crater, his expression calm yet carrying a trace of gravity.
"It self-destructed," he said slowly, his voice low.
He had just cast the Soul Searching Technique. His Primordial Spirit power had only just entered the depths of the black creature's consciousness and had not even