At the center of the Land of Utmost Evil, a gentle and refined young man sat cross-legged, a book hovering above him, surrounded by an aura of upright clarity.
Pure energy of the utmost evil was gathering. There were no terrifying portents, no eerie sounds—everything was completely silent.
Tao Shuyi's expression was calm; no matter who looked, they would never guess the agony he was enduring.
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