You can still see that massive fireball, churning, weakening, just like a sun, stepping down from its peak and entering its "old age."
Until it finally can't go on any longer, collapsing completely—only then do you see the smoke and fire blending together, turning into a gigantic mushroom cloud, slowly rising up.
Wen Yan stood at the mountain's peak, gazing at this spectacular scene from afar, suddenly and inexplicably moved. And this was just a small-yield mushroom bomb. If it were a large-yield bomb… he couldn't even imagine how awe-inspiring that would be.
That would be a true sun. From the core principle, it's really no different from the great sun in the sky.
When the brilliance faded, and the gale began to reverse and sweep back from the opposite direction, Wen Yan hurried down from the mountaintop.
After a while, once things had calmed down considerably, Wen Yan quickly mounted his horse and rushed towards the southern side of the mountains.
