A silent ripple expanded abruptly from the center of Yun Qingyu’s metal palm, which tightly gripped the Reborn Sword. Like a burning ember dropped into a calm pool of ink, it instantly pierced the pure, lightless, absolute darkness at the end of the Abyss of Return to Ruins.
Hum—
A subtle, crisp tremor, seemingly capable of penetrating the very essence of the soul, accompanied the spreading ripple.
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