That day, Lin Su lay on the large bed in this foreign world—if the Holy Hall counted as a foreign world—gazing at the distant river of stars.
Today was the second day of the ninth month!
He had left Great Cang in the seventh month, been in Burial Province in the eighth, and arrived at the Holy Hall in the ninth!
When the Dao Gate opened on the nineteenth day of the ninth month, he still had to be in Haining!
On the nineteenth day of the ninth month last year, he had been secluded in cultivation at the Merfolk Holy Land and missed his appointment with Long'er. This year, he did not want to miss it.
There were many promises in the Mortal World, and far too many twists of fate. Some promises became regrets because of forces beyond one's control, but he did not want to leave behind too many regrets.
When one wandered the martial world, one's body was not one's own to command. In the journey ahead, he feared he would be even less able to care about the annual opening of the Dao Gate. His promise with Long'er might inevitably be broken again and again, but this year, he had to see her and tell her: whether he was there next year or not, he had never truly changed. The man who had emerged from Wudao Abyss was still that same man.
This time, he had come to the Holy Hall to handle something important.
Something of no small consequence.
He could not act blindly!
The Devil Race's Moonshadow was a Demonic Beast from at least a thousand years ago. Across a span of a thousand years, countless things had changed.
No one knew who the Devil Race had entangled with.
If he placed the