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... the surroundings. The rumbling lingered in the surroundings as an echo.
The flap between Li Qingshan’s right thumb and index finger had ruptured, dyeing the Mountain-moving tablet red as it trembled away uncontrollably. He gripped his wrist firmly with his left hand, lowering his right arm slowly and exhaling deeply in satisfaction.
However, if he could not escape from Sukhāvatī, this would be all pointless. The Sangharama God had not sustained any life-threatening injuries. ...
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