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... p darkness, where silent bones are piled up, eternal and undecayed.
The Dark Throne, an existence of silence.
Within the darkness, suddenly a voice sounded, saying:
"Has he left the village?"
On the Dark Throne, a presence spoke:
"He has left."
"Is his cultivation level really that low?" The voice in the darkness seemed puzzled, saying:
"After all these years, he has never set foot on the path of cultivation?"
On the Dark Throne, a ...
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