Song Shuhang surveyed the scene near Spirit Mountain through the eyes formed from merit light.
Winter Melon Sage Lord and the group of reporters were still there.
Yet the other star of this full-moon night, Melon-Eating Sage, had still not arrived.
"Melon-Eating Sage hasn't come out yet. Don't tell me he's standing Winter Melon Sage Lord up?" Song Shuhang said.
Then he gently patted Xiao Cai. "Xiao Cai, if you're tired too, go sleep beside Shi for a while. I'll wake you both when Melon-Eating Sage comes out."
"All right." Xiao Cai nodded and hopped toward Shi's bed.
Elsewhere, Lay Buddhist Xian Gong, who had just finished transcending his tribulation, put away his phone and let out a deep, weary breath.
His naturally jujube-red face was now rather pale.
He was gravely injured. Both legs had been blasted to shreds, leaving only bone. It would take at least a year for these injuries to heal.
Moreover, the injuries to his legs had not been caused by the earlier Heavenly Tribulation Fighter-Bomber Bombardment. The injuries from that bombardment had not been this severe.
In fact, there were some things he had been unable to describe to his fellow daoists in the Nine Provinces Number One Group just now—not because he did not want to, but because he could not say them.
Just moments ago... at the instant the Heavenly Tribulation Nuclear Bomb had fully formed and launched, Lay Buddhist Xian Gong had felt the world around him turn upside down. Immediately afterward, both he and the Heavenly Tribulation Nuclear Bomb overhead had been transported to another world.
That world was not the Present World, but a wholly independent world-space.
Within that space, the Heavenly Tribulation Nuclear Bomb had exploded violently, blossoming into a mushroom cloud of despair.
At the same