Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Everything on Candlewood Island was operating normally.
For the players, the game's content remained rich, novel, and entertaining. After all, Rogue now only needed to expend a little energy to anchor numerous drifting regions for them, letting the players run wild within them.
The Burning Land was not a game, after all. Its long history held plenty of interesting things to explore.
So, the players were not left with nothing to do.
During this time, Rogue and Spirit Candle also made tremendous progress.
He had completely absorbed the traits of Blazing Sun and Night, giving rise to new anchors of contradiction.
Spirit Candle had now gathered seven of the eight primordial traits. Only the trait of chaos remained before all of them were complete.
Of course, now that he possessed three anchors of contradiction, Rogue could also choose to absorb more primordial traits of the same type without causing an imbalance.
However, that was clearly not something he was considering.
With only one primordial trait left before completion, naturally, he would gather them all first.
The Lord of the End was likewise only one ocean trait away from gathering them all.
Perhaps gathering every primordial trait would bring about something unexpected.
"—Continue."
Thinking this, Rogue took a deep breath, then sank his consciousness into Spirit Candle and descended to where the Whale-Fall Wheel lay.
The only trait he lacked was chaos, and that trait was within the Whale-Fall Wheel. He could only obtain it by increasing his degree of control over the Whale-Fall Wheel.
Although the Whale-Fall Wheel was immense, the process would not take too long.
After all, Spirit Candle now controlled seven primordial traits, and its energy output had already far surpassed what it had once been.
Every increase