“Eh?”

Han Yu felt the meteorite she touched was warm and smooth, and streams of heat flowed from the meteorite to the palm of her hand.

Han Yu nervously opened her eyes, surprised to find that she had not turned into a fluid like An Wenshan, nor had the meteorite she touched sucked her in.

"Is this my illusion?" Han Yu retracted her hand, clenched her fist, and muttered to herself, "Am I now in the mirror image of the real world inside the meteorite?"

Han Yu glanced at the meteorite. The meteorite's color was no longer warm yellow, but a very light green, lustrous and translucent.

She looked back at the direction where Fatty and Rou Yi were and found that they were still in the same place.

Fatty saw that Han Yu had not been absorbed by the meteorite and hurriedly shouted with concern, "Han Yu! Are you okay?"

After shouting, Fatty saw that Han Yu was stunned and unresponsive, so he rushed to Han Yu's side without regard for anything else.

Rou Yi followed closely behind Fatty.

"Han Yu, are you okay?" Fatty pinched the flesh on Han Yu's cheeks, rubbing them vigorously.

Han Yu glared at Fatty, her eyes full of disgust, and immediately slapped away Fatty's hands that were pinching her cheeks.

Then, Han Yu turned to look at Zhao Chenguang.

Zhao Chenguang panicked. He was even more nervous than Han Yu at this moment. He looked at Han Yu in horror and asked, "What... what did you do to the 'Fire Seed'?"

From Zhao Chenguang's horrified expression, Han Yu got the answer she wanted - the micro-particle device was working.

Han Yu did not directly answer Zhao Chenguang's question. She stared straight at Zhao Chenguang and said, "Zhao Chenguang, it's all over."

Zhao Chenguang was furious. The滔Heavenly anger turned into a sharp shout: "How can you ants define my success or failure?"

Han Yu saw the smile on Zhao Chenguang's face replaced by fear and anger, and knew that Zhao Chenguang had completely lost control of everything that was happening.

What Han Yu had to do was wait and observe quietly.

…

The mangroves around them and the branches growing out of the mangroves began to change from a translucent color to a bright red, and then from a bright red to a withered brown. All of this happened very quickly.

As the mangroves withered, the space that had been wrapped in mangroves gradually revealed its original appearance. Those asexual humans exuding a foul odor and the old Taoists dressed in plain white first collapsed on the ground like puppets with broken strings, then slowly withered and shriveled, their skin turned into powder, and gradually withered away. Before long, the entire group of corpses turned into a pile of gray-black powder.

The mangroves lost their vitality, and the withering continued to spread across the connected mangroves...

Soon, the unknown creatures in the red sea deep in the immortal mountain let out a violent howl, a sound like the struggle of the dying and the unwillingness of the dying.

The immortal mountain lost the support of the meteorite energy in an instant, and this decline was irreversible.

The decline was not only happening inside the immortal mountain.

From inside the immortal mountain to outside, obvious changes were taking place...

The space in that sinkhole, a "no-entry zone," which extended all the way into the sky—even breaking through the atmosphere—and reached into space, suddenly began to melt like a piece of thousand-year-old ice encountering an open flame.

A transparent curtain was finally lifted.

At this time, the environment inside the sinkhole and the environment outside the sinkhole were like two different worlds.

The sinkhole, where it had never snowed for thousands of years, was now snowing heavily. Countless snowflake-like debris fell from the distant sky onto the sinkhole, disappearing immediately upon landing.

No one knew what these snowflake-like debris had been before.

Outside the sinkhole, the weather was clear, the sky was cloudless, and the grass was growing luxuriantly.

…

The forest at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, which surrounded the immortal mountain, began to melt like wax.

The forest extended to the Yin-Yang Well, and the hard ground began to soften, gradually turning into a greasy, asphalt-like substance. Then, these asphalt-like substances suddenly collapsed into small, soft stone chips.

The mysterious Bagua Plate and Yin-Yang Well, which possessed both ancient charm and divine韵, were also undergoing changes.

The Bagua Plate moved frantically, and the trigrams changed unpredictably; the Yin-Yang Well also began to rotate, and for a time, the Yin and Yang were without boundaries.

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the Yin-Yang Well. After that, the rotation of the Yin-Yang Well became slower and slower.

As the rotation of the Yin-Yang Well stopped, the constantly changing trigrams of the Bagua Plate finally stopped on the omen of "Great Misfortune."

In the blink of an eye, the Yin-Yang Well and the Bagua Plate suddenly turned into dust.

At the same time, everything around them also turned into ashes.

Around the snow-capped mountain, the atmosphere of decline after the great tribulation permeated everywhere, and the silence like dead ashes was in stark contrast to the vitality of the Kunlun Mountains.

The perennial ice and snow on the snow-capped mountain began to melt, and a large amount of snow water flowed down from the top of the mountain, washing away the dust and gravel on the mountain.

When the snow water rushed to the foot of the mountain, it was as powerful as a flood, carrying the remaining ashes on the ground and merging into the mountain stream.

…

A small bird flew over the foot of the snow-capped mountain, which no birds had passed over for thousands of years. It suddenly dropped a pile of droppings, which contained a few undigested seeds.

These seeds fell on this barren land, which had been washed by floods and was in urgent need of reclamation, and began to take root and sprout...