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... ing through the sky, protruding irregularly.

Han Zhan could faintly hear its roar in his ear.

Nuwa turned her head and took one last look at Han Zhan and Shang Siteng.

Her figure seemed somewhat desolate, somewhat... lonely.

She stepped towards the black obelisk, leaving only her back.

"Take care of this world for me."

"From now on, it's up to you."

The black obelisk shattered with a sound, and within the shattered black stones was a sudden ...

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