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Chapter 390

Chapter 390

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Atop the peak of Three Forks Mountain, only a single pillar of light remained. Yet a vast, gray-black plain, resembling a phantom mist, materialized before everyone's eyes. It seemed as though separated by a layer of gauze, dreamlike and illusory. How could a plain appear atop a mountain?

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