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... clung to the soul itself. It was the smell of corruption, the fetid aroma of the dead rising from the very earth. The valley stretched wide before Rin, the horizon a sickly green, and the land seemed to pulse with something unnatural. It was as if the earth itself had been infected, and all that stood upon it was doomed to rot.
This was the domain of the rogue corpse cultivators, a group that had long been whispered about in the darkest corners of the world. Cultivators who had abandoned ...
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