Song Shuhang had actually wanted to persuade Everything Can Be Sold to stay.
His intuition told him that he would very likely need Everything Can Be Sold soon... for example, his current physical condition was a little worrying.
After the Heavenly Emperor's Temporal Spell ended and Demon Emperor Hezhi finished pouring in that "one Peak Tribulation Immortal's worth" of energy, Song Shuhang kept feeling that something was wrong with his body, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what.
Earlier, he had been so busy awkwardly flirting with Su Clan's Sixteen that he had been in a state of "nervous excitement," and that mental stimulation had suppressed his physical discomfort.
But once the awkward flirting ended, the Dragon Pearl returned, and Everything Can Be Sold left, the adverse reactions in Song Shuhang's body began to surface.
First came phantom limb pain.
His entire body below the neck had clearly been blown away, yet waves of pain like "being burned alive" now surged through it. He also had the illusion that Fairy Eastern Six was repeatedly running him over with a steamroller.
The phantom pain was so real that Song Shuhang almost thought his body had grown back.
Still, pain of this level was nothing to Song Shuhang. He had experienced more pain than his peers had eaten grains of rice. He could handle ten times this much!
But amid the phantom pain of burning flames and a steamroller crushing him, a bout of "lower back pain" struck roughly every twenty seconds. That was the truly deadly part.
This "lower back pain" felt as though someone was kicking him viciously in the waist, about to burst both his kidneys and his dantian. The agony was unbearable both mentally and physically.
Besides the phantom pain, Song Shuhang also felt his blood qi flowing backward.