Moral Heavenly Venerable had not anticipated that within this dire situation, Jiang Lu would find a way to counteract his Alchemy Fire.
His Alchemy Fire, in theory, wasn't Mortal Fire. It didn't need any medium or ignition; it should burn as long as there was Spiritual Power. Yet somehow, it was being blocked by this white powder.
Even Moral Heavenly Venerable himself was unaware of this weakness in his Alchemy Fire.
However, Jiang Lu did understand what was going on.
Because this wasn't simply powder, but the essence of something that had evaporated its moisture and neared its end.
Sensing their imminent death, they sought a way out.
They longed to reach the place where they belonged, where there was water that could sustain their lives a bit longer. If they were lucky, perhaps they could merge with something precious.
But the tightly shut door had finally opened. They could escape. Yet, after rushing through the door, they found themselves in another, more overt Hell.