Waiting was torment—especially when awaiting a once-in-a-millennium outcome. It was an endless agony and pain.
Lei Wanche, the Ox-Head God, the Horse-Face Ghost, and Liu An were enduring precisely that torment.
They had no way to peer into what had happened to Meng Zhao after he entered the Poisonous Cave Land once more. They could only infer from the various celestial phenomena above whether Meng Zhao's ambition to mend the heavens had reached success or failure.
And those many phenomena truly gave them endless room for imagination.
At times, the sky darkened like night, so black that one could not see a hand before one's face. The entire heavens resembled a monster with its jaws wide open, ready to choose someone and devour them.
At times, it shone as brightly as a holy hall. Blazing white light illuminated heaven and earth, bathing the entire sea in scorching, pure radiance and drawing countless sea beasts from beneath the waves to leap frantically into the sky like moths flying into flame.
At times, waves of insect chirping came from the sky, making everyone's entire bodies go numb, as though countless ants were crawling over them.
At other times, long chants resounded like great bells and grand chimes, dragon-like and tiger-like, brimming with majesty and dominance.
Of course, they also had a weather vane by which they could judge whether Meng Zhao's actions were proceeding smoothly.
That was whether Lei Wanche's mental state had improved, and whether the indistinct murmuring that affected him had eased.
After all, those symptoms had arisen as a consequence of the Thunder Marsh small world devouring the Poison Grotto small world.
As long as Lei Wanche's symptoms eased, it meant that the Thunder Marsh small world's devouring process had slowed or even stopped. That would indirectly reveal whether