This Was Probably How It Would Be for the Rest of His Life
Yin-Yang and Yang are mutually restraining, and water can extinguish fire; this is common knowledge that Xiang Dong knew.
However, this only applies to general situations where physical rules apply. In certain specific circumstances, physical rules may not apply, leading to a unique landscape where water and fire coexist.
I apologize, but this is the Primordial World, so the basic principles of physics may not be entirely applicable here.
In fact, there is a relationship of mutual restraint among supernatural powers and Divine Ability combat, so Xiang Dong's idea of switching the light to the yin attribute and adjusting the Principle to the Water Principle was correct in his view.
The problem is that his Yin attribute is just a bonus; it's not particularly strong on its own.
The twelve Principle of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not all fully realized in the Taichu; the Water Principle was one of them.
Generally speaking, it's manageable against non-top-tier True Fire or Divine Fire, but against the ultimate Solar True Fire, especially a dual one, isn't that just asking for trouble?
Therefore, the collision of the two energies actually created a situation where it was like adding fuel to the fire, with the energy exploding in an instant and forming a huge energy ring.
The spreading halo first swept across Taichu's waist and abdomen, and the two Primordial Spirits that were originally entwined were forcibly separated by this impact.
Xiang Dong then fell from the heart of the Taichu Beginning and transformed back into his Sunflower form.
Taichu clutched his abdomen, a large amount of photon blood leaking from between his fingers. At the energy center of the explosion, even with his strong physical body, he was still seriously injured.
"I told you not to cut it, but you cut it faster than anyone else!"
Xiang Dong couldn't afford to be stubborn anymore, since it really was his fault, and he had to take the blame himself.
Seizing the last bit of contact before their separation, Xiang Dong tossed his phone to Taichu.
"Take your things back and keep them safe. Return them to me once your account is unfrozen."
The Heavenly Dao Merit in the phone is still frozen. If Xiang Dong dies, his equipment might be lost and picked up by someone else. If that happens, all his hard work will be for nothing, and he'll have nowhere to cry.
Sending Taichu back was also intended to leverage the advantage of the Pangu Hall being outside the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao to expedite the account unblocking.
Taichu understood Xiang Dong's plan, so he left decisively. The true form of the Light Ancestral Witches dispersed into countless particles of light, escaping into the void along the path he had come from, and returning to the Pangu Hall.
Xiang Dong was left all alone. He didn't even bother to adjust his landing posture and simply spread out two leaves to lie flat.
Prepare for his death—or rather, his free return to town.
The flames brushed past the flowerpot, not burning it directly, but the high temperature dried it out instantly, and the petals around the flowerpot were on fire, making him look like Captain Flamehead.
Death was imminent, but then it seemed as if something held up his roots, pulling him entirely into a special space.
The sound was still ringing in my ears, the bright light was right in front of me, and the heatwave was right in front of me, yet I couldn't feel any temperature at all. Even the scythe wielded by Death was blocked.
It felt like looking out through a transparent window at the scenery—a standard VIP seat, immersive yet detached from your own experience.
"No, who interrupted my recall? Who's so annoying?"
Xiang Dong turned his head to see who had done this, but the man remained silent, pretending to be an expert. He simply adjusted his flowerpot to face outwards.
"If you want me to see outside, can you at least support my flowerpot? I'm so weak and my head is big, I can't take any more jostling. My neck is about to break."
Still no one answered, but they still thoughtfully held him up and supported his flowerpot.
"Thank you!"
Xiang Dong wasn't very happy; he felt like he had been kidnapped and taken hostage.
Given his circumstances, it seems he can't really be considered a hostage.
Inside the special space, protected by a barrier, Xiang Dong could quietly watch the play, admiring the masterpiece he had created.
But those outside the industry are in for a rough time, vividly illustrating the saying "watching the drama is risky, and you should be cautious when observing."
The halo continued to spread; it swept across the mountaintop, and then the mountaintop disappeared.
The riverbed was swept away, and the riverbed and the water inside evaporated completely, leaving no trace of where the river had ever been.
Because even the surface of the land was scraped away by at least three thousand feet, and the original undulating hills and valleys were instantly transformed into a smooth, mirror-like abyss, with scorched earth everywhere.
After the halo faded, a shower of golden raindrops followed.
The combined Solar True Fire of the two Golden Crows collided with the silvery-gray light, creating a water-on-oil reaction that sent sparks flying in all directions.
You know what, those golden sparks fell with long tails, just like a meteor shower.
From a distance, the scene looked quite beautiful and aesthetically pleasing.
The only downside is that its power is too great, beyond what ordinary living beings can withstand.
A single drop fell, and the ground was burned into a deep crater.
As for what would happen if you encountered a living being, I'm sorry, there aren't any living beings around here right now.
The two Golden Crows were naturally unaffected. The Three Pure Ones joined forces to resist them, and although they were somewhat disheveled, their lives were not in danger. The two Western Saints, however, seemed to be in a bit of bad luck.
If Three Pure Ones only experienced light rain in some areas, then in other places it was torrential rain.
They had just weathered the impact of the halo when they looked up to see a torrential downpour of golden and red rain pouring down on them.
The Jie Yin reacted extremely quickly, sweeping his sleeves to summon the Jie Yin Banner, which enveloped the two. Just as he blocked one ball of fire, an even larger one followed.
The Jie Yin was exhausted from dealing with the relentless, Solar True Fire. The protective shield released by the guide could not withstand the continuous erosion and was quickly breached.
"Be careful, senior brother!"
Zhun Ti swung the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree upwards, dodging as he did so. However, before the two could even regain their footing, the protective shield above their heads was eroded, creating even more holes, and large swaths of golden fire droplets kept falling down.
Zhun Ti used the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree to brush off most of the fire droplets, but a small portion was deflected by the previous heat wave, grazing the branches and landing on his bald head.
"Aww--!"
Zhun Ti screamed in agony from the heat, constantly gasping for breath.
He tried to slap it out, but his palm caught fire, and he quickly shook it off in pain.
Jie Yin the rain subsided, Jieyin led Zhun Ti to a safe area, which gave him time to help put out the fire.
After the two brothers' efforts, the fire was extinguished, but twelve black marks remained.
The twelve charred, round marks were arranged in three rows. Normally, it wouldn't be difficult for him to recover from such injuries.
The problem is that his bald head was previously beaten with a cell phone by Xiang Dong, and due to the influence of Heavenly Dao Merit, it was difficult for him to remove it. Now, after being burned like this again, and with the Solar True Fire personally consecrating it, it is even more impossible to remove.
Jie Yin at the twelve black marks, Jieyin felt that they subtly corresponded to some kind of future Heavenly Dao Law. Law Power was futile; this was probably how his life would be.