Into the night.
The moon shone bright, the stars sparse.
The heavenly light drew ever closer.
Within the pill hall, there was only the crackling and popping of flames.
The devil dared not make a sound. It should have been drinking in the Hall of Myriad Judgments, yet now it could only stare helplessly at the furnace fire, resentment simmering in its heart. But it did not even dare entertain such thoughts. The Old Devil's cultivation was boundless; it feared even its thoughts would be seen through. It could only empty its mind and squat guard before the furnace.
"How long have you been with me?"
The hoarse imperial voice was not resounding, but rather low and deep.
The devil hurriedly followed the sound and saw the tall Main Soul seated behind the desk with his hands clasped behind his back. "Reporting to Master, this little one has followed you since the Little Wasteland. We were separated once, but counting it all up, it should have been two thousand years."
"The Little Wasteland..."
Tu Shan Jun paused with brush in hand.
"At that time, Master was seeking vengeance, and this little one had only just entered the grand formation."
"I remember." Tu Shan Jun turned his gaze, looking deeply into the heavens.
Back then, he had achieved the rank of Spirit Treasure and joined hands with Taiyi to destroy the Blood Fiend Sect. It had truly been vengeance repaid to the heart's content.
It was that very encounter that had forged their bond, leading to Flying Star charging into the Star Luo Sea, spreading its wings through the clouds over the Eastern Wasteland. Counting the scattered years, two thousand had already passed.
"Your cultivation has fallen behind."
Tu Shan Jun looked at the devil, which was merely at the peak