As the Heavenly Vermilion Sword of Ten Thousand Prisons erupted, Luo Xiu suddenly felt weightless, as if he had been pulled into a pitch-black expanse of the Void.
Da Qian panicked. "Oh no, this is bad! Things have gotten out of hand! That damn Lao Liu, how could he have such a trick up his sleeve?"
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「Ancient Shu Tri-Star Civilization Relics」
The Tri-Star Clock in the Black River began to turn again, bursting forth with dazzling electrical light and tearing abyss-like cracks into the Void.
On the banks of the Black River, a Holy Boi Religion Cultist held Shan Xiao's corpse and wailed bitterly. "Grandfather Shan Xiao, please go in peace! We will surely fulfill our mission and not let down the great expectations of our ancestor!"
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「A long time passed.」
In some ruins within the Tomb of Civilization, a trembling Luo Xiu slowly reached out to grab the dazzling fireball floating in the space before him.
