In the dim night, the stars had vanished.
Reneedol stood among the others, waiting quietly for a while.
"How much longer?" she asked.
"One minute," said the God of Prophecy.
Everyone grew tense.
"What do you think it'll be?" someone else couldn't help asking.
A third person said, "I don't know, but since it can smash through the World Gate, then—"
"Shut up!"
Reneedol suddenly snapped at him.
The third person quickly fell silent.
"What's wrong with you? Have you forgotten even the most basic caution?" said the God of Prophecy.
"Sorry, I forgot. This isn't the world of death and dust-sealing," the person hurriedly apologized.
Only then did the others turn their gazes away.
After that, they said nothing more, simply waiting in silence.
The orange cat lay hidden in the distance, its tail swaying curiously.
What had that person been about to say?
When he apologized, he'd said this wasn't the Dust-Sealed World...
Thinking it over, the Cloud Atlas Rope in his possession was connected to the Dust-Sealed World, but the Giant Corpse had also said the Cloud Atlas Rope had nothing to do with the Myriad Gods Temple.
So it was easy to reach a conclusion:
The Myriad Gods Temple belonged to the Dust-Sealed World, but the Dust-Sealed World was not the Myriad Gods Temple.
So what was it that these people from the Myriad Gods Temple were afraid to say in the Living World?
"Time's up!"
Reneedol suddenly spoke.
Gu Qingshan's thoughts were interrupted at once.
He looked toward the group and saw all four of them lift their heads and gaze at the sky.
"Why hasn't it come yet?" Reneedol asked.
"Prophecies aren't always absolutely accurate. There may be a slight deviation in the timing, but it will definitely be somewhere around here," said the