He spoke gently, with a peaceful voice, but it seemed to have a mysterious feeling that could calm people's minds, as if all things were subconsciously listening to this voice, as if all things bowed their heads according to the cause and effect that existed in the dark.

Silently, there was already a mysterious Taoist rhyme spreading out.

In the aura of the Great Lord of the Chaotic World, who has accumulated a majestic momentum and is coming step by step, and the Great Desolate Heavenly Emperor, who is covered by the stars and covered by the sky, it is natural and natural.

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