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... p> Another half-month flew by.
By then, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair hung loose, and sharp pains pulsed between his brows. It felt as if clusters of flowers had attached themselves to his mind, staining everything he saw a vivid crimson.
That red multiplied—1 turned to 4, 4 to 16, 16 to 256—until his head was crammed with the same blood-red images, crowding out every other thought.
Such was the eternal demon bloom’s nature. To establish a spiritual link with it, he h ...
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