High above Dongling, a third golden lotus had already formed among the golden clouds. A third divine radiance descended from the firmament, enveloping the lotus as the pressure between heaven and earth grew overwhelmingly vast.
At that moment, the three golden lotus flowers resembled a Buddha's throne—sacred, ancient, and radiating a mystifying, majestic aura!
Meanwhile, inside the city hospital, the women were waiting anxiously. It had been nearly half an hour since Jiang Wushuang entered the operating room.
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