Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
The final shockwave of the Dragonflame Lightning Burst subsided, returning an asphyxiating dead silence to the deepest level of the Underworld King Palace ruins.
The ancient cactus-bone octagonal altar was now reduced to a desolate expanse of chaotic ruins and scattering ash. The gigantic black stone pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling had cracked open, collapsing onto the stone floor and shattering into tens of thousands of sharp stone shards. Primordial golden flames still licked cracklingly across the massive fossilized beast bones, while billows of grey smoke carrying the scorched stench of lightning and demonic fire rolled upward into the gloomy cavern ceiling.
The White-Robed Pontiff of the Underworld Church—the man who had sown absolute terror across the entire northwestern frontier, the possessor of a Peak Advanced cultivation realm half a step into the Super Level—had vanished without a trace of a corpse. Under the fatal combined slash of deep purple lightning and heaven-scorching dragonflame executed by Lin Feng, his heretic physical body had been thoroughly vaporized, leaving behind only a human-shaped soot silhouette burned onto the shattered black boulder.
Amidst the grey, desolate ashes, a bizarre object suddenly emerged.
It had not been destroyed by the might of the Dragonflame Lightning Burst. On the contrary, as the dust and smoke gradually settled, the object began radiating dense, melancholic dark wave oscillations that were bone-chillingly cold.