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The seven-colored tree shades the sky and the sun, and it seems to cover the gigantic ghost, but instead brings a different light to this cold and lonely great world.

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Under the tree, a monk and a monk sat opposite each other, holding black and white chess pieces, placing and picking up pieces without haste or slow, a scene of peace and contentment.

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Not too far away from here, a group of people watched from a distance, some frowned, or their faces were solemn, and some shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

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Du Du, no one stepped forward. Even Sa Wuling, who was sighing for a long time, had some headaches and seemed unable to make up his mind.

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Snapped!

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In the crisp sound of falling, Mie Sheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at the Taoist Bodhi who had a bronze mirror hanging over his head, his body disillusioned like a shadow, and suddenly sneered:

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"Your disciples tried their best to save you, even when someone was dying, they didn't forget to take you out of the years, but then, what's the use?"

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He took a deep look at Daoist Bodhi, and his eyes stayed on the bronze mirror for the longest time.

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At the end of time and space, the corpse and the shadow of the divine sword at the beginning of the opening of the sky, he had been faintly aware of it since the moment he lit up the 'Book of the Great Dao'.

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But seeing it doesn't mean you can get it.

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Even his so-called 'deity', An someone, couldn't really touch that blade shadow.

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Even if he used the "mirror of the heart" as a medium to use the "mirror of the heart" as a medium to forcibly reflect the shadow of the sword, he would still have to pay an extremely heavy price.

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Its fundamental divine will will definitely be hit hard by the backlash of this blade shadow, and it is not impossible for it to fall directly!

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"Everyone underestimates you, but you are calculating everything, including yourself..."

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Facing the ridicule of his old enemy, Bodhi shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart.

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An Qisheng slashed the Dharma and Dao of all realms with one sword, dispelling the sage's shadow, and in one fell swoop overturned the order of the sage zaizhi all the worlds for hundreds of millions of years.

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The one who can benefit the most is death.

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Now, without the constraints of saints, who else can stop the destruction of life?

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In the end, he only had a phantom shadow left, and even if he played the 'Wu Dao Song' again, it would only be able to stop him a little.

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After all, the more powerful it is, the more difficult it is to kill, but once it falls, it will be more difficult to reverse life and death.

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This is the way of heaven.

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It is also a road.

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"Emperor Heaven is different from other realms, perhaps not as special as Jue Ling Cosmos, but it is by no means comparable to the Great World. Emperor Heaven and all the saints have been in this world for endless years, and it is no longer possible to break the situation by ordinary means..."

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When the dust settled, the expression of destroying life became more and more ethereal, more like the meaning of detachment:

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"It's up to me to break the game."

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Break the game, it's me!

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Bodhi refuted it intentionally, but when he recalled the past to the present, he had to admit that the extinction of rebirth was indispensable in it, even if he had selfish intentions.

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He was the one who dealt with the saints, he was the one who traded with the landlord of the starry sky, he was the one who ended the war against the sky, he was the one who destroyed Xumi, he was the one who enlightened the Dao Tianshu,

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He was also the first to notice the shadow of the divine sword...

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"Pin Dao has something unknown..."

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After a moment of silence, Bodhi opened his mouth and asked, "This deity has omniscience in hand. Even if you can't see your plan for a while, you will find it eventually."

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Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before looking at Miesheng's indifferent face: "That sword, killing Tailong and slaying all the saints, you are not afraid, even you are also beheaded? "

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"Kill me?"

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Mie Sheng nodded: "Although this knife is a shadow of a magical power left over from endless years ago, even if it is reflected in the mirror of the heart, it can kill the saint, and naturally it can kill me."

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Miesheng was calm, as if he had no intention of concealing anything.

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"However, someone An has never held the sword shadow in his palm, and he may be able to kill the Tailong who entered the realm, but he may not be able to kill the one who is beyond the sky, the star of the sky!"

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Miesheng's expression is rarely seen with a touch of solemnity. What he is afraid of is the landlord of the starry sky:

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"He cut out this sword. Even if he was not bound to die, he couldn't stay for long. If there is no me, who can compete with those immortals in the outer world?"

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His tone was flat, as if everything was in his heart, but in fact, everything that happened in 70,000 years hardly exceeded his expectations.

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The only fault is the 'No Dao Song' of the Bodhi Daoist.

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At this time, the long sword swept away all the constraints, the saints could not step into the emperor again, and the deity did not know whether he was alive or dead, and he was finally done.

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Speaking of which, he glanced at the people in the Netherworld with complex expressions, and said lightly, "After all, I will be your patriarch. In the new era, Tai Chi can still be respected."

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"But you will end up destroying the world... I will also stop you."

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Bodhi's eyes are complicated.

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Compared with himself, he has done more to destroy life. If it wasn't for him who had to do the act of destroying the world, he would be willing to do whatever he wanted.

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pity……

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"If there is retribution for good and evil, the emperor and heaven must have their own interests! The moral laws of the human world cannot bind the heaven and the earth.

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There is awareness in the tranquility of extinction:

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"It's good for you or for someone, but you are bound by common morality in the end, but that is your weakness. You are not as good as me, right here."

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"A weakness..."

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Bodhi just shook his head: "You said that I was bound by common morality, but why didn't you ever deviate from your original self?

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Even without us, you wouldn't be An Qisheng! "

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hum!

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The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree hummed and vibrated, and in an instant, the ghostly world was overturned, and even more ferocious ripples appeared in the boundless void.

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The Huo Ling ship, which was hundreds of millions of miles away, was blown to the point of sinking.

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"Ok?!"

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In the storm, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was hunting, and the expression of Mie Sheng finally changed, and his gaze was fixed on the bronze mirror.

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Word by word:

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"Ann! Qi! Sheng!"

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Invisible air waves whistled vertically and horizontally in the Netherworld, but the whole world was vibrating violently, as if it was about to disintegrate.

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The expressions of Xie Qi and the others changed slightly, they suddenly stood up, and they released supernatural powers.

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"Two seniors, don't be impatient."

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The two looked condensed and were about to make a move, but Sa Wuling's heart moved, he raised his hand to stop the two of them, and suppressed the screaming Gou Huang, his frown slightly loosened:

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"It's the teacher's breath..."

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hum!

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Bodhi raised his head.

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The bronze mirror that pulled him out of the hole of nothingness burst out with bright purple light, and a pair of eyes seemed to light up faintly.

It seems like an illusion, but it is true and not false. It swept across the world and finally landed on the old Buddha under the tree:

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"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other..."

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A slightly regretful voice overflowed from the bronze mirror, spread throughout the entire world, and echoed in the hearts of all those who were there.

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In a trance, everyone only felt an illusory figure pacing out of the bronze mirror shrouded in purple light.

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As he appeared, a warm and peaceful aura had already smoothed out the shock of the entire world, penetrated into people's hearts, and eliminated panic and terror.

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"An Qisheng!"

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Sunspot fell to the chessboard between his fingers, and there was a wave in Miesheng's eyes.

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Up to now, there is only one person in front of him who can make him feel uneasy.

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He thought he didn't care anymore, but when he really faced it, he couldn't stop his heart from throbbing for a moment.

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This is not fear.

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It is the momentary feeling, or in other words, the shock of seeing the origin of oneself.

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This is a feeling that no one else can give him. It has nothing to do with strength, but only related to the source.

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"In the past few years, I have always had doubts in my heart, why the Daoist Tailong could kill me in such a 'coincidence' cross-border..."

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In the purple light, An Qisheng's figure is more ethereal than Daoist Bodhi, like a description of blue smoke, which will disperse at any time:

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"It turned out that it was I who told him..."

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"But you're still fine."

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As soon as Miesheng raised his hand, the tree of seven treasures that covered the sky shrank, and when it fell between his five fingers, it was the size of a whisk.

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His eyes were suddenly and vibrated, and he had already guessed something in an instant: "Yes, Wang Quanjian. Wang Quanjian still exists in the Absolute Spirit Universe... Well, my memory seems to be missing, is this your back-up? "

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At this point, Miesheng suddenly felt a shock, not because he had a backhand, but because of his own memory...

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There is absolutely nothing wrong with my memory, but something is missing...

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"I'm extremely smart, as expected of me."

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An Qisheng paced down, stood behind Bodhi, lightly patted his shoulder, and looked at the annihilation, as if looking at another self:

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"Sure enough, there is no such thing as good and evil in this world. Even though Su Jie is a great man, he still has a barrier of knowledge and perception, and the method of three corpses.

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He killed the primordial spirit by himself, of course to avoid the prying eyes of Tailong, but also the method of three corpses.

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Cut the good and bad bodies, and keep the ego.

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But the method of three corpses is inherently flawed. Even though Su Jie is an outstanding person, he has insufficient knowledge and is limited to good and evil.

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But for true practitioners, the only difference is the Tao, and there is no such thing as good and evil.

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Miesheng's face was condensed, and his tone gradually became unpleasant: "You are so convinced of Lao Dan?"

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"Desperate for the devil, Dao Fangcheng. Do you really understand what Lao Dan said..."

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An Qisheng felt a little pity:

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"Which one said you were a demon? Why did I ever think that I was the Tao?"

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For An Qisheng, it is also quite amazing to have a dialogue with himself, who has his own memory, cognition, and thinking.

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Avatars are different from avatars.

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The incarnation's thinking cannot be deviated from the deity, but the avatar is like another creature with the first half of his life.

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The paradox has the same root and the same origin, without any extra action, just facing it directly, he has an indescribable touch in his heart.

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"The Tao, the devil..."

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Miesheng's body trembled slightly, and his heart was up and down.

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Since his birth, he has known that he is not a complete individual and lacks the fundamental obsession of his own existence.

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Instead, he is a devil himself, which must be his unwillingness to become a stepping stone to enlightenment.

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This unwillingness kept him alive and made him gradually paranoid.

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At this time, after hearing the meaning of An Qisheng's words, and recalling all kinds of things in the past, in a trance, he seemed to be dreaming back to the Spring and Autumn Period again.

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Once again, I saw the pointed eyes of the old man who was preaching.

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What did he say to me? !

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Ming Wu arose in his heart, even if he was in the state of destroying life, he couldn't help but surge up with all kinds of sour throbbing: "You mean..."

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"I'll cut you out."

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In the midst of the purple air, the bronze mirror is slowly rising into the sky, like the rising sun, and the ghost is all purple in a moment: "I don't need you to come back!"

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Everyone in the underworld looked up.

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I saw the bronze mirror blooming like a purple sun rise from the abyss, and in just a moment, it has already escaped the netherworld, illuminated the nothingness and concealed it, and calmed the dimensional storm between the nothingness.

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Its light is boundless, spreading to the four poles, illuminating the eight wastelands, the broken demon realm, the way of heaven and human beings, the way of beasts, and even the countless dimension worlds.

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In this purple light, it is as if the years have been reversed, time and space have been fluctuated, and they have flowed backwards, self-destruction and completeness.

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"Purple sun rises, Yuanyang rises! Patriarch, Patriarch! Patriarch reshapes the world! How fortunate this disciple is to see Patriarch reshape the world!"

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"The past can't be changed, and the future is infinite! Patriarch, he really surpasses the best!"

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"Ah! Patriarch, Patriarch..."

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……

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Countless people in all realms looked at the sky ~lightnovelpub.net~ or were at a loss, puzzled, and in the void, the fire spirit ship that came across time and space was boiling.

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Even if they have seen countless records in the ancient books, but they can really face the myth and witness the legend, they still can't restrain the surging and shaking in their hearts.

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"The way above man..."

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With a corner of nothingness, Ge Xiaoxian stood with his hands behind his back, letting the waves of time and space tidal beat drive him away and stay still.

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Unlike anyone on the Fire Spirit Ship, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

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Countless people in later generations only thought that today was the time when the Patriarch was proving the Way, but only a few people like him knew about it.

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This day is also the day of farewell.

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After this day, Yuanyang will live forever, but the Patriarch is gone.

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"If there is no retribution for good and evil, Yuanyang must be selfish..."

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Ge Xiaoxian sighed and bowed, her sleeve robes hanging down:

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"Junior disciple Ge Xuan, say goodbye to Patriarch..."

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During the worship, his divine intent seemed to be compatible with the purple sun, and when he saw the heaven and earth before this ancient time, in a trance, he saw endless purple light shining in the sky.

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The familiar Divine Court gradually emerged, and an extremely sacred figure emerged from the endless light, standing above the Divine Court and under the sky.

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Playing with time and space, overlooking the vast world.

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