At first, Pei Ling had thought that making the Deity Transformation Stage the deadline was a way to leave himself an escape. He was afraid he would regret it, or that he would destroy Qiao Ranran before then. Later, he did regret it—but not because he had chosen her. He regretted setting the deadline so far away. It was only a few decades, yet he felt as restless as a green young fool.
But Pei Ling was a man of his word. Even if his own words had dug him a pit, he could only bear it.
Another major event would take place within the next hundred years: Demonic Cultivators, carrying the Demon Realm's conspiracy with them, would begin to ravage the continent.
It was in that conflict that pillars such as Sword Venerable Jinglin and Venerable Qianshan would be lost.
That was also the opportunity that had allowed him, in his previous life, to find a gap in the Demon Realm's Abyss and climb out with Guai Guai.
Pei Ling did not know whether everything he had done with Qiao Ranran in the Demon Realm would affect it, or whether any such effect would reach the Demon Realm's plans for the continent.
But he knew that this disaster, a calamity by any measure, had affected countless Cultivators. A great many had even died in battle. Thus, when he returned from the Demon Realm, he found a ravaged, ruinous mess. That devastation seemed to have left him ample room to set up the complete Ten Thousand Bones Soul-Revival Formation.
Every part of it had left a trail.
Looking back, the Heavenly Dao's sole oversight in his previous life had probably begun with Qiao Ranran's death. After she was subjected to Body Snatching, the Heaven and Earth Mutation had opened a