From start to finish, the young warrior sharpening the sword never lifted his head, single-mindedly engrossed in pushing the black long sword in his hand, as if this were the only thing left in the world.
The slightly harsh scraping sound echoed incessantly in the silent courtyard.
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Vast Universe.
Between the deep corridors, the atmosphere was as heavy as mercury, laden with the dust of ages and an indescribable pressure.
Chu Zheng stood silently at the entrance of this inscrutable deep corridor, which seemed capable of devouring everything.
His gaze slowly swept across the darkened corridor's sides, observing the kneeling figures, feeling a surge of emotions.
These beings varied in form, not all belonging to the Human Race, yet each symbolized a mighty lord of this realm, governing vast territories and countless living creatures.
