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On one of Grand Emperor Netherflame’s random memory worlds, there was a pitch black plain, within which was a massive ravine. It was like an abyss.
An old man in a black robe sped through that abyss. He no longer looked like Netherflame. Instead, he seemed ancient. He was the very same black-robed individual who had appeared on Grand Emperor Devilbird’s dao altar. His chains clinked as he moved forward, and they were intensely hot, though there was no indication that he felt any pain because of them. In contrast, he seemed very excited.[1]
Almost there....
The black-robed old man struggled to control his breathing as he accelerated, going faster and faster for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Then, he abruptly stopped in place. The abyss ended up ahead. And at that spot was a well.
The old man excitedly approached the well and looked down into it. There was water inside, and within it was the blurry reflection of a world. It was a world full of darkness and death. And it was raining.
“This is the place!”
He took a deep breath and, looking very determined, shot into the well.
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In another memory world, one full of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, puffy white clouds floated across the sky and immortal...
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