In the vast and vast world formed by the trajectories of countless worlds and the karma of countless worlds, in a world that seems to have no change for thousands of years, the green-clothed scribe sat cross-legged, and suddenly, his slightly closed The eyes opened suddenly, and they saw countless ripples reappearing in front of them.

No, that was no longer a ripple.

That almost exploded!

Layer after layer of ripples converge into one, and then converge into one, almost like

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