"You're awake."
Zhuang Yuechan noticed Song Changsheng's unusual movement at once. Seeing that he had awakened, a flicker of delight flashed through her eyes, and the heart she had kept suspended finally settled.
More than twenty years was not a long time for a Golden Core Cultivator. It was merely the length of a single period of secluded cultivation, something that could be called the flick of a finger.
But Song Changsheng's condition differed from that of other cultivators. At any moment, he might have faced mortal danger.
There was still some chance of survival if one failed the Minor Heavenly Lightning Tribulation or the Minor Inner Demon Tribulation. But if one failed the great Inner Demon Tribulation, the chance of surviving was less than one percent. Such odds were no different from certain death.
These twenty-odd years of constant worry had made every day feel like a year to Zhuang Yuechan.
"It's all over. I made you worry." Song Changsheng reached out and drew Zhuang Yuechan into his arms. He breathed in the faint orchid fragrance about her, yet the scenes he had witnessed while undergoing the Inner Demon Tribulation involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Though he had tried more than once to convince himself that it had all been false, that the Inner Demon had deliberately fabricated those scenes by exploiting his fears and worries, for some reason, he always felt that what he had seen would become reality.
Whenever he thought of the message Zhuang Yuechan had left for him inside the Jade Pendant in those visions, his heart was stabbed with pain.
Over those twenty years, he had seen far too much. The contents had not only been rich but extraordinarily detailed. Much of it was something he had never experienced; at first glance, it seemed