Buried deep in the depths of the underground palace, there is a black coffin with no breath, what kind of existence is in it but I don't know, the surrounding is dark, there is no trace of light, as if it should not exist in the world. There is no sound and five senses here, everything is deprived by darkness, and everyone in the distance can't feel everything here, just pulled by the invisible direction in the dark. The world is long, fleeting, and I don't know how much dust has been sealed here... Ke Zhanyang is too fingered

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