By the time he thought of this, Lu Ban had already arrived outside the Deep Well.
The black pillar still stood unmoving and majestic. No one knew that it contained enough terror to destroy this world.
Lu Ban was carried back to the beach and placed on the gravel. The tide occasionally spread over him, submerging the protective suit that no longer looked human.
"Is your friend all right?"
Old Song pointed at the heap that was Lu Ban and asked Xiya.
"He should be fine."
Xiya took off the protective suit. Her armor had already twisted out of shape, and the tentacles that had grown from inside her had burst through the armor and were trying to twist her neck off.
A giant picked up a scanner-like device. A pale purple light shone from its tip, bathing Xiya in its glow. The tentacles withered and decayed one after another. Xiya was not shy about it either; she simply raised her hand, tore off the limp tentacles, and threw them onto the ground.
"You can't shine this on someone for too long, unless you want to become a robot with no emotions that can only repeat things."
The giant explained, chattering away about how the device worked.
In the Otherworld, pollution did not disappear on its own, nor could it fade away. The method used by the Glorious Realm was to cover accidental pollution with even more powerful pollution. Take this ultraviolet lamp, for example. It looked as though it had removed the pollution from Xiya's body, but in reality, it had merely used stronger pollution to drive away the pollution that had only just attached itself.
Beneath Xiya's fallen armor, writhing flesh could still be seen. It had merely turned gray beneath the purple light, as though it had