The sea surface surged upward, throwing up towering waves far into the distance.
Savage gamma rays flashed with blinding light, and roaring shockwaves detonated outward in ever-widening rings.
Right beside that divine tree, a colossal mushroom cloud—fused with firelight and lightning—rose deep into the sky.
Within a thousand-mile radius, the air heated unbearably.
Every cultivator, immortal, and sea creature in that range felt the radiation’s pull.
And the one who had set all this off, Abbot Wang—Wang Jixuan—could only smile wryly to himself:
“All right then, this little heaven really can’t take being blown up, huh?”
In an instant the situation twisted a thousand ways.
Wang Jixuan steadied himself against the window as gusts of fierce wind slammed in, the waves nearly flipping the treasure ship outright.
He was thinking through countermeasures at lightning speed.
Let the alien soul escape now, or press on with his plan?
After all, they had planted over a hundred annihilation bombs inside this small heaven—stockpiled by Peony using the resources of the Second Base.
What was precious was the technology; Peony could produce more at any time.
Wang Jixuan hesitated for a second, then curled his lips and smiled.
He leapt back onto the bunk, letting the treasure ship lurch however it liked.