The multifunctional hall was shrouded in an eerie silence.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that wisp of filthy black flame.
Guan Yuexi, hidden above the ceiling projector, was also watching that flame.
In her mind, the face of Fat Granny, the Ancient Immortal, was already stiff.
"This... this is... the filth of apocalypse...
"I wasn't part of the final war.
"I once saw reports from the front lines saying that this filthy fire can contaminate the flesh and soul of immortals, leaving no defense, strange and unpredictable.
"It was also said that this thing can even desecrate the order of the Immortal Dao.
"Could it be..."
Unknowingly, Guan Yuexi held her breath, her eyes widening as she watched the black fat chef bring the black flame, burning at his fingertips, close to the tattooed man's bowl, and with a "whoosh," ignite the surface of the soup with the black fire.
