A month had passed since the battle with assaisans organization.
The towering silhouette of the Gravitational Training Chamber Tower stood like an obsidian monolith against the cloud-streaked sky, its ancient stone walls faintly glowing with golden inscriptions that pulsed like a heartbeat. Around its colossal base, Sanatan Flame Sect Memebers stood in neat rows, their robes fluttering in the faint mountain breeze. Elders stood at the front — faces calm, but eyes sharp — their presence anchoring the gathering like unshakable pillars.
The air was heavy with anticipation.
Elder Wu broke the silence, his voice low and steady.
"How long has it been?"
Lin Shu stepped forward, glancing at the towering gates. "Around… thirty-two days."
Elder Liya narrowed her eyes, then suddenly smiled faintly.
"Look… he's coming out."
