Outside the Golden Flame Mystical World, just several thousand miles from the hottest star of their tower quadrants, the various dao experts had begun to grow restless. Everyone here knew that the mystical world only had three phases, one year each. By now, the third year had wrapped up for a few months already, yet there wasn't a sign of anyone coming out.
The only ones who didn't seem worried at all were the members of the Golden Crow Sect. In fact, faint excitement could be seen on the faces of their elders. To them, the fact that there was this abnormality was a good thing, not a bad thing. They believed that this meant their Ancestor had finally accomplished his goal and was now tying up loose ends.
