Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
An egg-sized bead spun, casting dazzling, multicolored light in every direction.
Even from far away, the pores all over these Golden Core Ancestors' bodies bristled, and immense terror rose in their hearts.
Terrifying!
Danger!
Disaster was coming!
They had to run!
Gulp!
A New-Method Golden Core Ancestor swallowed and looked up.
Through the hole in the roof, he saw a round-faced woman poking her head out from atop a black cloud, looking at him curiously.
When the Round-Faced Daoist Nun saw him, a smile appeared on her face. "Goodbye!"
The next instant, the Golden Core Ancestor saw a small, fair hand reach out from the black cloud.
Snap!
The little hand snapped its fingers.
The next instant, inside the hall, the egg-sized bead abruptly contracted, then exploded with a thunderous blast.
Boom!
A mushroom cloud of thunderfire shot into the sky, destroying the hall in an instant.
The mushroom cloud spun outward and expanded. Thunderfire churned, and wherever it passed, whether someone was a Golden Core Ancestor or a Foundation Establishment Ancestor, anyone swept up by the pillar of thunderfire left nothing behind but a scream.
The thunderfire swept onward, spiraling down from the mountaintop.
New-Method formations roared, forming barriers in a futile attempt to stop it.
But the instant the New-Method formations and barriers collided with it, they disintegrated into ash and smoke.
New-Method Cultivators released golden cores, magical implements, and talisman treasures, even drawing on spirit veins to rise into the air, vainly hoping to stop it.
But:
Beneath the thunderfire, everything was reduced to flying ash.
The thunderfire spun, engulfing the mountain. The enormous mushroom cloud soared skyward, straight into the clouds, slowly rotating.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The rotating thunderfire mushroom cloud drew in black clouds and more. For a time, lightning flashed, thunder