The originally dazzling and violently throbbing sphere of light finally fell completely calm, as if its previous restlessness had never happened.
And those repaired cracks now appeared like frozen time, showing no signs whatsoever of splitting open again.
At this moment, Old Monk Jingchen appeared to have lost all his vitality. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his entire person was as startling as a genuine withered skeleton.
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