The wind swept through the firmament, blowing the indifferent clouds of heaven and the great waves of the earthly ocean. The ancient city of Syria still stands majestically, like a mountain peak, like a mountain, like a giant that has fallen.

At this moment, the five-colored glow in the sky has dissipated. If anyone looked up at the sky, they would probably only notice layers of pale black clouds.

But for these monks who were adrift on the sea, it was a precursor to a storm, whether it was a strong wind or the gloom of the heavens and the earth caused by the gathering of clouds...... All are precursors to a storm.

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