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                                    Cultivator of the End: I Refine My Own Death - Chapter 127 – Heaven-Hating Scripture Fragment
                            
                                                            
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... t not empty.
After the duel, after the silence of the ghost-eater's retreat into the endless shadows, Rin remained. He stood among the cracked foundations and rust-bleeding pillars, eyes half-lidded, senses peeled outward like skin flensed from muscle. He could still feel the residue of spirits clinging to the air, and beneath it—a deeper presence. Not a soul, but a whisper burned into the stone.
Not all ruins decay equally. Some rot slowly, others are devoured in an instant, and ...
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