Chapter 861: Attitude

Wei Yuan circled a weathered stone platform several times but couldn't find a patch of shadow, and he calculated that there wouldn't be any shadow here for several hours.

He looked up at the stone platform with its very obvious weathering marks and smashed a fist into it.

With a hum, the entire stone platform vibrated at a strange frequency, unexpectedly doubling all the force Wei Yuan had smashed into it and bouncing it back.

Wei Yuan felt a sharp pain in his hand; the bones in his hand had actually cracked!

Wei Yuan's physical body strength at this moment was extraordinary; he could rub steel like soft mud, and anything without spiritual power was like flour in his hands. Yet, smashing a seemingly ordinary stone in this Great Desolate Realm, he couldn't even knock off a bit of stone dust? This did not conform to the Heavenly Dao at all.

Wei Yuan would not give up.

But after trying dozens of times in succession and using everything he had learned in his life, Wei Yuan finally knew that he couldn't move these stone platforms for the time being.

The physical properties of the ground were also very strange; the soil was very loose and granular, but it was also extremely heavy. Wei Yuan stabbed his spear down, only piercing a small pit a few inches deep, and then the edges of the pit began to turn to sand, filling the pit in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

The spearhead of 【Compassion】 was a triangular pyramid, basically unable to dig soil. Without a handy tool, Wei Yuan also gave up the idea of digging a hole in the ground.

He looked around; the next stone platform was several miles away. By observing the shape of the stone platform and the trajectory of the sun, Wei Yuan automatically calculated that there certainly wouldn't be any shadow on the front, but he didn't know the shape of the back. If he were lucky, perhaps there would be a protruding piece.

But just looking at the weathering marks on the stone platform, Wei Yuan knew the chances were slim.

At this time, the temperature inside Wei Yuan's body had far exceeded the temperature at which water boils. According to the weights and measures of the world beyond the heavens, Wei Yuan estimated that his body temperature had already reached 150 degrees. Although it was still within a tolerable range, the inability to dissipate heat was a quite fatal problem; sooner or later, he would die in this strange sunlight.

Wei Yuan reached out and pointed, then pointed again; his fingertips were empty. Whether it was the Rain-Making Art, the Flowing Stream Technique, or the Creation Law, he couldn't produce a single drop of water.

Wei Yuan frowned slightly. If he still had Dao power, he should be able to create water. It must be that the Great Dao of this world was vastly different from his own, causing his Dao techniques to fail. This was very troublesome; before he could test the Great Dao of this world, Wei Yuan would certainly have turned into a human torch.

"Calm down..." Wei Yuan looked up at the sky. He couldn't be cold now, he could only be calm.

He sat down against the stone platform so that at least his back wouldn't be exposed to the sun, and then he began to think of countermeasures. The most urgent task was to stop absorbing heat, or... dissipate heat?

Wei Yuan felt his train of thought expand instantly. With the memories of the world beyond the heavens, in this world where Dao techniques were ineffective, there were still many ways to play with tricks and produce effects similar to Dao techniques.

Thus, Wei Yuan activated his wisdom and simultaneously launched research in five hundred and twelve directions. The reason he didn't go all out was that doing so would generate a large amount of waste heat; at this time, a little more heat could be fatal.

Fortunately, more than five hundred tasks were enough. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan found several ways to dissipate heat. He opened his mouth and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He wanted to use fresh blood as a medium to move the heat out of his body; after all, the external environment was much cooler than his body temperature.

But that mouthful of blood fell into the sunlight and turned into a perfectly round pink sphere, its temperature continuing to rise, without dissipating any heat into the environment at all.

Wei Yuan frowned and pondered, finding the problem in the blink of an eye: was the heat dissipation area too small?

Thus, he opened his mouth, drew the blood back, and spat out a thin blood cake. After leaving his body, it unfolded on its own, like a folding umbrella.

Still no good, and because the area exposed to the sunlight became larger, the temperature rose instantly.

Wei Yuan pondered for a while, then spat out blood in various strange shapes: grids, mists, cones, grains—none of them worked, and the experiments to reflect sunlight all failed. The sunlight here was not ordinary light; it only looked like light.

At this time, a task provided a train of thought: could it be that heat could not be exchanged? Was the material of the environment here difficult to absorb heat?

Following this train of thought, Wei Yuan finally found a way. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and then a fiercely hot pillar of fire suddenly rose from the blood. The pillar of fire flashed and vanished, but the blood had become ice-cold.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth and sucked the blood in, dissolving it into his whole body; his body temperature finally dropped a little. Regardless of whether the surroundings absorbed heat or not, Wei Yuan just forcibly discharged it, directly spraying heat in the form of flames. The price was the loss of a little fresh blood, using this bit of fresh blood to take away a large amount of heat.

Having found the train of thought, Wei Yuan's spirit was lifted. Next was to continuously adjust and optimize the way of heat discharge. After several rounds of optimization, he snorted, and two wisps of misty white air suddenly sprayed from his nose, slowly dissipating.

This white air was actually high-level Dao fire. Wei Yuan added a bit of camouflage, making it look like immortal mist, which was much better looking than spitting fire. The temperature of Dao fire was much higher than ordinary fire; these two wisps of white air were already close to the True Fire of the Sun, and they took away much more heat than ordinary fire.