The blue light on Shen Luo's face flashed and vanished, revealing his true appearance.
He gazed at the utterly obliterated Tidal-Sound Cave and the bottomless pit, a trace of shock flickering in his eyes.
"To think the Two-Extremes Dust Formation's self-destruction was so powerful! That blazing white pillar of light definitely surpassed an ordinary Taiyi Realm expert's strike!" Shen Luo said, letting out a soft breath.
As soon as he finished speaking, Black Bear Spirit's astonished voice sounded in his mind:
"Oh? Fellow Daoist Shen, have you witnessed the abilities of quite a few Taiyi beings? Such mighty figures have long been as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns in the Mortal Realm. Only a few of the greatest powers might still have them."
"I happened to witness one or two through chance encounters. Was that Flame Demon God killed by the Two-Extremes Dust Formation's self-destruction?" Unwilling to dwell on the subject, Shen Luo gave a vague answer and changed the topic.
"I don't know. Even if he survived, his vitality must have suffered greatly. This is the perfect chance to slay him. Young friend Shen, I'm counting on you," Black Bear Spirit replied gravely, without pursuing the earlier question.
At this point, Shen Luo naturally had no objections. He turned his hand over, took out the Purple-Gold Bell, and braced himself.
Just then, with a shrill whoosh, a ball of blood-colored light shot out from the depths of the dark pit.
At the sight, Shen Luo immediately activated the Purple-Gold Bell.
A swath of utterly pure crimson flame surged from the Fire Bell. It was the purest flame, and it engulfed the ball of blood-colored light from above.
The moment the purest flame enveloped it, the blood-colored light dissolved into nothingness, revealing what lay within: a blood-colored crystal