No one could have survived an explosion like that.
A Grand Wizard might have.
"He must have taken those demons down with him." A purplish tinge deepened on Zhang Jixin's red face, and something like yearning flickered across it. "A true warrior, a fighting spirit that would rather die than yield, a resolve never to coexist with evil... great and glorious! In my family, a deed like that would earn him a place in the ancestral hall, with incense offered in his honor."
He probably thought the greatest honor in the world was to receive incense offerings from later generations in the Zhang Family's ancestral hall.
Jiang Yu bit her lip uneasily.
Although she was on good terms with Zheng Qing, she still felt that Zhang Jixin's "reflections" were slightly off the mark.
"The captain's impressive, but he isn't the sort of person you're describing." Fatty Xin was far less restrained than she was and immediately scoffed. "I suspect he knew he had a way to come back to life. That's why he went to his death so decisively..."
"It might not necessarily be resurrection." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, slowly turning the crystal ball in his hands as he mused, "The Dreamlands' spatial barriers are notoriously weak. An explosion on that scale might have blasted open several spatial vortices on the spot... perhaps the captain didn't die. He was just sucked into a spatial vortex and stranded in another world."
That was a favorite plot among young readers in the Wizarding World—a wizard stranded in another world used magic to steamroll everyone, discovered the legacy of some nameless old wizard, jumped three levels to become a Legendary Wizard, and beat up the whole world, and so on.
Xiao Xiao was merely drawing a slight connection between young wizards' fantasies