Below.
The Black Fire Lotus gently descended onto the ruins.
For that instant, time seemed to stand still.
Then...
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion erupted, resounding through the heavens.
A massive phantom Fire Lotus bloomed above the Dead Soul Mountain Range. The phantom Fire Lotus was a thousand zhang wide, its petals unfolding layer by layer, every one of them burning with pitch-black flames—magnificent and terrifying.
Endless black flames poured from the Fire Lotus, spreading outward like a tidal wave.
Everything in their path was reduced to nothingness.
Those Soul Hall experts fortunate enough to escape the first palm strike did not even have time to scream before they were swallowed by the black flames.
Rumble—
The aftershocks of the explosion lasted for more than a dozen breaths.
By the time the smoke and dust cleared and the phantom Fire Lotus gradually faded, nothing remained below.
That Soul Hall branch, along with the entire surrounding mountain range, had been completely leveled.
Only a bottomless crater remained, its walls smooth as a mirror, as though they had been forcibly melted away by something.
This region of the Dead Soul Mountain Range vanished from the map forever.
Inside a grand hall somewhere in the Pill Tower.
Space suddenly tore apart, and three figures stepped out.
The Three Great Heads of the Pill Tower, who had been waiting there for some time, immediately came forward. Their expressions varied, but their gazes all fell upon the elderly soul body.
Yao Chen.
The old friend who had once stood beside them, the name that had left countless legends in the alchemy world of the Central Plains, the pitiable man who had been imprisoned by the Soul Hall for who knew how many years.
Now, he had finally returned.
Yao Chen raised his head and looked at