As soon as Feng Qige arrived above the Huihuang Building, she saw the building's gleaming hat emitting terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations.

Even with his advanced Nascent Soul stage strength, he couldn't get close to this surge of spiritual energy.

Touching it will cause injury; penetrating it will lead to death!

But the strange thing is...

Such terrifying fluctuations of spiritual energy were actually collapsing towards the center of the Phoenix Building, without any spillover.

This scene left Feng Qige slightly stunned.

"Arranging psionic fission bombs into a containment array will amplify the damage received by targets at the center of the containment tenfold, but will not allow the explosive power to dissipate in the slightest!"

"Old Feng, please accept my condolences."

At this moment, several Nascent Soul cultivators who were waiting to block the aftershocks of the explosion flew to Feng Qige's side.

Some shook their heads, some patted Feng Qige on the shoulder, some had a look of satisfaction in their eyes, and some were openly gloating...

Some, however, looked on with admiration.

"This method of using psionic fission bombs is truly a brilliant idea. It requires not only great courage but also bold innovation. If this explosive method could be used in the siege of the Demon King, it would definitely have a miraculous effect!" An old man with a white beard, standing on a cane, exclaimed in amazement.

"Come on, the Demon King isn't stupid. He's not going to just wait there for you to blow him up," another Nascent Soul cultivator in a gray coat mocked.

“There are always demon kings that cannot be moved,” the white-bearded old man argued.

"They can't even move, what's the point of getting angry? Isn't that a waste?"

The Yuan Ying in the long robe continued his mockery.

"I won't argue with you; you don't understand anything," the white-bearded old man said speechlessly.

Seeing that the white-bearded old man's combat power was too low, the Nascent Soul cultivator in the robe turned his attention to Feng Qige.

"Old Feng, is that really your grandson inside?"

"Speaking of which, who did your grandson offend? With this kind of explosion, I reckon there won't be a single hair left. Even the Feng family's Feng Xinsong is probably powerless in this situation, right?"

Feng Qige ignored the mockery from the Nascent Soul cultivator in the robe.

He stared at the Phoenix Building, which was in the midst of an explosion, his face ashen.

He never expected this.

He was right, and it wasn't just a hundred psionic fission bombs; judging by the scale, it was at least five hundred.

"Yaka...it can't be you, can it...?"

Feng Qige murmured to herself, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Why can't you choose the right path...?"

"What's wrong, old man Feng? You're not saying anything. Did I hit the nail on the head? Did your grandson really get blown up?" The Nascent Soul cultivator in the robe leaned closer.

"roll."

Feng Qige twisted her neck and lowered her eyes.

"I'm in a bad mood today, don't force me to take action."

“Heh…” Facing Feng Qige’s gloomy face, the Nascent Soul cultivator in the long robe took a step back warily. “Your son has gone mad, and your grandson is gone. Let’s see how your Feng family will continue its lineage from now on.”

"How about this, I'll have my grandson acknowledge you as his godfather..."

"Um!?"

As he spoke, the Nascent Soul cultivator in the long robe paused, then suddenly looked up at the dazzling light atop the Phoenix Tower.

Not only that.

All the Nascent Soul cultivators present were captivated by the changes taking place there.

Feng Qige, who was the first to notice something was wrong, was visibly agitated.

“I knew it, I knew it… Daozi, Daozi, my grandson is a born Daozi, not one of those self-proclaimed Daozi.”

"A born prodigy with astonishing fortune, how could he possibly die halfway through his journey!"

The group of Nascent Soul experts were dumbfounded.

The reason is simple...

The top of the Phoenix Tower, which was originally shining with a violent white light of spiritual energy, was now covered by a layer of pale yellow flames!

The white hat that once illuminated the entire Blackwater City has turned into a yellow hat!?

At this moment, the violent spiritual energy fluctuations, enveloped by the pale yellow flames, were like sheep encountering a sheepdog, a sheepdog encountering a leash, and a leash encountering a hanged ghost—they no longer possessed any explosive power whatsoever.

Instead, a strange, surging feeling arose.

The Nascent Soul experts who were observing at close range couldn't help but clutch their stomachs and quickly retreat.

"Damn it... I suddenly remembered, the Dung Hell Valley I explored half a year ago, it's rumored to have been created by Dao Fire..."

"Damn it, I thought of that too. I originally thought it was the monsters causing trouble, but now, my stomach hurts."

"Holy crap, even with my mid-stage Nascent Soul strength, I can't withstand the power of this fire? Then..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Pfft!~"

"Gurgle gurgle..."

"Clang! Clang!"

"Waaaaah!!!"

Within the Blackwater City below, countless bizarre fart sounds rang out.

The once silent Blackwater City instantly became joyful.

But the opposite is true...

The faces of the people, however, were devoid of joy, filled only with fear and panic.

In an instant, the crowd watching the explosion began to run wildly, searching for the nearest toilet. Those who couldn't find a toilet searched flowerbeds, lawns, woods, the boss's office, their best friend's dressing table...

finally....

That surging feeling reached a critical point.

Boom!!

A loud bang rang out from the top of the Phoenix Building.

As the yellow hat disappeared, a giant pillar of slightly yellow spiritual energy shot into the sky like fireworks.

Immediately afterwards, it exploded with a loud bang.

A giant, pale yellow firework shaped like a poop burst open in the sky above Blackwater City, causing all the sects and wild beasts in the vicinity to stop what they were doing and look up at this beautiful spectacle.

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