As Ling Tuo's remnant spirit was annihilated, the black hole began collapsing inward, drawing great swathes of starlight from its edges into its center.
Before long, a faint glimmer appeared within the deep-black core of the black hole, like a star. It swiftly grew larger and brighter, until it became a dazzling star the size of a fist.
Then, the star exploded. Boundless starlight surged forth and merged with the black hole, forming a celestial body with terrifying suction and dreadful pressure.
It was as though the black hole had donned a coat of starlight.
The Lunar Moon and the stars fused further.
In an instant, the Solar Origin, which had originally held the upper hand due to the nature of Origin power—fierce and tyrannical—suddenly dimmed. Vast amounts of Solar Power were sucked away by the new black hole.
The two enormous celestial bodies no longer looked as though they were wrestling and colliding. Instead, it was more like the Solar Origin had been firmly drawn in like metal to a magnet.
The Star Lord's voice overlapped in layers, coming from every direction:
"Ling Tuo has already been reduced to ashes. No matter what methods he left behind, no matter what trump cards you possess, you can no longer stop me from seizing the Solar Origin.
"Yuanshi Tianzun, your defeat is certain!"
Zhang Yuanqing, within the Solar Origin, did not respond. He unleashed light and heat in a suicidal blaze. Even at an absolute disadvantage, even as Origin power burst forth like floodwaters through a breached dam, he continued relentlessly scorching the Star Lord's soul and flesh.
It was as if, even on the verge of death, he intended to tear a chunk of flesh from his enemy.
Beneath the Mountain God Temple, roots hung down from the ceiling.