The sun sets, and the night falls.

Beneath the cool land of the West, there is a vague and hazy space.

In the center of this stable inner heaven and earth realm, a silver-haired old man in a gray robe was sitting here quietly, his eyes closed, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly—

The gray-robed old man felt something and opened his eyes.

"Duanmuyan."

With a voice like a dream echo suddenly sounded, only

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