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... ep, black mist rolling, and the miasma within the valley was so thick it couldn’t be dispersed, tendrils twining with a decaying scent.
Chen Nan, clad in a sky-blue Daoist robe, stepped into it.
The rubble beneath his feet was jagged, emanating a bone-chilling coldness, as if it could pierce through the marrow.
He walked step by step into the depths of the valley, surrounded by a silence broken only by the "rustle" of his feet on the stones.
The further he went, t ...
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