High above the vault of heaven.
A stifling and turbid heat permeated the air. The atmosphere seemed to be under a relentless, scorching bake, rippling across vast expanses, laced with dazzling reddish flashes born of warped space.
Though fully aware of the commotion below, Xia Changsheng remained utterly serene. His gaze stayed fixed intently on his own hands.
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