"Should be soon, right?"
Master Ziling thought for a moment and said, "I heard there have recently been some signs in the sea region of the Star Tracing Backflow. Mirages have begun appearing over the waters."
"Once such signs appear, it will officially emerge in as little as half a year, or at most a year."
"Many thanks, Master Ziling."
Chen Changming clasped his hands in thanks.
He had truly been worried that he would perfectly miss the Star Tracing Backflow while cultivating in the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb.
Now, his return had come at just the right time.
The Star Tracing Backflow had only just begun to show the faintest signs.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, are you going to the Star Tracing Backflow? Every thousand years, when it appears, the struggle for it is said to be fierce. People have even mysteriously vanished there before, so that place is quite sinister! You've only just returned from a forbidden land like the Nine Nether Hell. This poor monk advises you to cultivate peacefully at the Great Compassion Temple instead. It would be best not to get involved."
Master Ziling spoke with a grave expression.
Wuchenzi's downfall was still vivid in his mind. He did not want this Fellow Daoist Chen to perish as well.
"Master Ziling, I have no choice but to go to the Star Tracing Backflow. I have my own difficulties."
Chen Changming said with a bitter smile.
"Very well, then."
Master Ziling smiled, somewhat regretfully.
Boom!
A tremendous blast suddenly rang out in the distance. A large section of the Great Compassion Temple's courtyard wall had somehow been blown down, sending dust flying everywhere and causing an enormous commotion.
"This is truly outrageous!"
Master Ziling's expression changed, and he turned into a streak of light and flew away.