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... matter that remained.
This was an inner sea, within the depths of the great continent, but it was connected to the outer sea. It was pitch-black like ink, quiet and silent.
Shi Hao sat on the cliff, holding a fishing rod made from pure copper. He had already been fishing for a few months. His primordial spirit radiated in all directions, examining the rise and fall of the great dao, seeing the movements of the universe, understanding a bit of the truth of the seas and continents ...
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