The Divine Spirit Festival.
The most important festival in the Star Realm.
On this day, the Star Realm's natives gathered with their families and prayed to the gods.
Ordinary people prayed for a bountiful harvest, shopkeepers for thriving business in the coming year. Even Cultivators prayed for their Bloodline Power to grow, or for the gods themselves to grant them strength.
After more than a decade in the Star Realm, Qin Hao knew all this well.
And ever since Qin Hao had saved Liu Tiezhu, and Liu Tiezhu had learned how strong he was, Liu Tiezhu had come to invite him to the festival nearly every year.
"It's been thirteen years, hasn't it?"
Qin Hao felt a little dazed. In the blink of an eye, he had been in the Star Realm for thirteen years.
But...
Dispelling the Great Dao Miasma was taking longer than he had expected.
"Thirteen years isn't that long, but my True Self and Fire Doppelganger have been refining Xuanhuang Qi at every moment. We've barely shaken it, let alone dispelled a trace."
Qin Hao was not satisfied with his progress. At this rate, who knew when he would finally dispel the Great Dao Miasma?
Liu Tiezhu's shop.
Ten years had passed. Liu Tiezhu was still broad and sturdy, but his strength was plainly beginning to fail him. In the Star Realm, after all, he was only an ordinary man, not a Cultivator.
Gray hairs had even appeared on his wife's head.
As for Liu Lili, she had grown into a graceful young woman, and Qin Hao had heard that she was soon to marry.
Even so...
Whenever Liu Lili saw Qin Hao, her pretty face still flushed. She would steal glances at him, then lower her head in disappointment when she saw that he was