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"Whhooo—whhooo—whhooo—"

A ceaseless, dominantly dark Qi leaks from the rift, consuming and devouring the spiritual mechanism of all directions.

If you look closely, you will see deep within the rift, a giant golden, black-gleaming egg resting horizontally.

This giant egg is covered with mysterious and rugged complex runes, flickering on and off, as if a giant beast crouched, consuming the spiritual mechanism nurtured by the rift, enticing some spiritual fish and sea ...

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