After exploiting a bug, Zhao Ling'er, a descendant of Nuwa whose spiritual power had skyrocketed, faced off against that bull-nosed old Taoist. The clash between his "Heavenly Sword," in which he became the sword and the sword became him, wielding unfathomable power, and her "Five Elements Spells," whose sheer quantity had brought about a qualitative change, had basically brought the battle to an end.
No one knew what had become of the bull-nosed old Taoist. In any case, Zhao Ling'er, the one who had counterattacked, was just fine and hadn't suffered a scratch.
After the terrifying explosion and flames gradually died down, the forest where the White Miao and Black Miao had been fighting each other had completely disappeared. In its place was a gigantic crater!
Then the water from the nearby rivers, whose courses had been cut off by the blast, poured into it in a furious torrent. After several days and nights, it had formed a vast lake that stretched for dozens of miles, turning Shengyu Village into an isolated village surrounded by mountains, a lake, and the sea.
On the other hand, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. From then on, Shengyu Village could enjoy magnificent scenery, with its "lakes and mountains" and "vast seas and open skies."
The only real inconvenience might be getting around.
From now on, whenever the villagers wanted to go out—to Yuhang County or Suzhou, for example—they would have to take a boat or spend much longer risking a trek over the haunted mountain beyond Ten-Mile Slope?
Of course, that sort of thing didn't matter. The members of the Flame God Cult hadn't given it a second thought. All they knew was that Zhao Ling'er was fine after the battle. Since she was unharmed, the one who had come to harm had