When I Rant at the Bigwigs, I Have Many Tricks-but I Can't Do Without Fellow Stone Stele

Song Shuhang's consciousness was slapped flying by the Three-Eyed Young Man, landed in the Wealth-Scattering Throne, then was transferred back to the Present World's Beast Cultivator World.

At five in the morning on November 30, China time—Year of the Ji-Hai, Month of the Ji-Hai, Day of the Xin-Wei.

"Boom~~ Crash-clatter~"

When Song Shuhang's consciousness returned to his body, all he heard was a tremendous rumble beside his ears, its force so vast it seemed to shake heaven and earth apart.

All around him were frantic shouts and screams.

What happened? Song Shuhang suddenly opened his eyes.

Had the apocalypse arrived?

Had the Demon Realm invaded the Present World?

Or had aliens descended?

The moment he opened his eyes, he discovered that he was lying beneath a three-meter-wide imperial bed.

Song Shuhang: "???"

Shouldn't I be under the bed, not inside it?

Before he passed out, he clearly remembered still being in the Sacred Mountain Trial grounds on Mount Ga'er. Yet the moment he opened his eyes, he had found himself somewhere else.

Where am I? What happened?

The enormous rumbling continued, and the ground shook violently.

The bed rolled over, various pieces of furniture toppled, the roof collapsed, and huge chunks of debris came crashing down.

Merit Snake Beauty appeared, wrapped Song Shuhang's body, and propped up a small Merit Hall to protect him.

"Where are Sixteen and Senior White?" Song Shuhang swept out his divine sense—his evolved divine-sense radar was exceptionally powerful.

With a slight stir of his thoughts, a huge area appeared in Song Shuhang's mind.

Su Clan's Sixteen was standing at the doorway with a basin of water in her hands. The door stood wide open. It seemed that she had been about to enter before the earthquake—and White Dragon Sister was guarding her.

And then... there