Time flowed on one day at a time.
"How long is Daolord Darknorth going to be training for?" Patriarch Treewind stared at the wellspring of fire at the very center of that giant flaming sea. There was an absolutely enormous vortex there, and at the center of the vortex there was a white-robed figure seated in the lotus position a few hundred meters deep.
"As I see it," Imperator Jade Rainbow sent mentally, "Given that Daolord Darknorth has failed the Daomerge and has a limited lifespan, what's the point of training? By now, he's probably second to only the Autarchs themselves in power. If I was Daolord Darknorth, I'd spend the rest of my days wandering about and visiting all of those places of legend. I'd especially want to visit the legendary Sithelands. I'd definitely wander through that entire place. After doing so, I would be able to die contentedly."
"Hmph. That's why you aren't Daolord Darknorth," Patriarch Treewind snickered.
