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... at of ancient gods, echoed endlessly in the space.
Jiang Hui’s gaze crossed the abyss of darkness, finally fixating on the horizon’s end.
At this moment, the earth was boundless and black, the sky blood-red, resembling the apocalypse.
At the end where the horizon and the skyline intertwined,
there, rising and falling like a giant embryo controlled by an unseen hand, it struggled fiercely under the membrane, striving to be born today.
The birth of life shou ...
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