Two months passed in the snap of a finger.
The air across the Purple Moon Continent was thick with a suffocating sense of waiting.
Deep within Imperial Court Mountain, Gu Hengtong spent every day consumed by anxiety.
The bronze Portal in the forbidden grounds was guarded day and night. He had raised its Seal to maximum strength, so tight that not even the wind could slip through.
He waited for reinforcements from the Through-Ancient Dynasty while fearing Li Yun would strike when his defenses were thin and split his mountain gate with a single slash.
He had barely slept a peaceful night in those two months. He kept feeling that the plain-robed figure would descend from the sky at any moment and bring all his hopes to an end!
Meanwhile, in the Primordial Secret Realm of the Southern Border, Ling Qingyue and three reclusive Martial Deities had long since grown as restless as ants on a hot pan.
Inside the stone chamber, Spirit Fire flickered across their four shifting faces.
"Two months! What the hell is Lin Zishan doing?!"
A gray-bearded elder slammed the table, his voice warping slightly with impatience.
"Imperial Court Mountain has sealed itself off. This is the perfect time for him to strike! But no, he's hiding on Crouching Dragon Mountain without so much as a peep. Is he waiting to die?"
"Impatience won't help."
The Black-robed Elder's face was grim, his voice low. "A man who can fight Gu Hengtong to a draw with one slash is no ordinary brute. If he won't move, all we can do is wait."
Ling Qingyue gripped her skirt so tightly her knuckles turned white. Confusion and frustration churned in her beautiful eyes.
"I thought that once I told him the Through-Ancient Dynasty's secrets, he would understand that the