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... depression.
It's like the canvas of the universe, bent into a large bowl.
Beyond, various places vaguely show signs of devastation, with broken weapons, ships, and blades floating in the void, stained with blood, conveying ancient desolation, yet here, there's nothing at all.
"Here, has nothing been able to remain?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, thinking that if Jiaxia died here, not even the bones would remain?
As he thought of this, Fu Qingjun continued to delv ...
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