Light, flames, radiation.
Shen Ye stood amidst a storm of flames reaching thousands of degrees Celsius, as if he were basking in sunlight.
He even had the leisure to think about something else.
It's said that millions of people go missing on Earth every year.
Could they all have turned into "material"?
He wondered how powerful this organization truly was.
They even used nuclear bombs.
They must rank highly on this planet.
Time gradually passed.
The nuclear explosion began to run its course.
All energy dissipated.
Only the surface retained an intense heat.
Everything was obliterated.
Only Shen Ye remained, standing in place, lost in his thoughts.
—I wonder how Teacher is doing now.
If it were Teacher, post-nuclear explosion, he'd probably pull out a cigarette and smoke it—such an effortlessly cool scene.
Too bad I don't smoke.
Smoking is bad for health.
In the sky.
A figure suddenly appeared.
It was a man with black wings growing from his back.
