The repeated tremors jolted everyone awake.
When they looked back again,
the enormous breach in the blue Sky Screen had yet to close.
The smoke from the mushroom cloud still surged beyond the atmosphere, showing no sign of dispersing.
Lake Baikal's water level had dropped by more than ten meters. The "net-bag fortification" at its center had been uprooted completely and vanished without a trace.
All around it, countless meteorite fragments lay scattered across the ground. Vast stretches of land had been scorched black, with thick smoke billowing upward.
Though the sight was terrifying,
everyone knew that if the meteorite had not been stopped, if its kinetic energy had not been depleted, and it had struck the ground intact, the consequences would have been a thousand, ten thousand times worse than this!
No one would have survived!
A group of Western observers was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
A meteorite had suddenly appeared, followed by this Eastern Baldy!
And he had actually shattered the meteorite with his own strength!
This had gone beyond the limits of their understanding. Their minds could not process it!
Mo Changfeng of the Imperial Observatory trembled from head to toe, tears streaming down his aged face as he looked at everything before him. "My calculations were not wrong. Neither was the revelation the stars gave me. It was an Easterner who saved the world!"
Then He Cang slowly approached.
He first picked up the clothes from the ground, took a business card from them, then crouched down beside Mo Changfeng with a grimace and handed it to him.
He said, "Lord Mo, keep this safe. This is my number."
Mo Changfeng's mind swam. He could not believe that Little Cang, once so thin and frail, now possessed such heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping power—and was even