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Behind him, those pale-golden tree branches also swayed and extended with his thoughts, transforming from the shape of a throne into that of a lounge chair.
This strange world made of black mist was a unique place—Xia Ya called it “Above the Black Mist.”
It was unlike the subdimensions and auxiliary planes he was familiar with, or had even personally modified.
“Above the Black Mist” resembled the ashes of the Imaginary Belt that he and Little Ai had turned into their ...
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