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If it had been just once, Shen Luo might have managed, but ultimately, he was still bound by a mortal body. Under the near primordial wash of Pure Yang Power, his physical form was already on the brink of collapse.
The left half of his body was pitch black, covered by bone armor, while his right half resembled a dried radish, wrinkled and parched, bearing countless microscopic cracks across the dehydrated skin.
It seemed that a mere whisper of breeze would be enough to crumble his right side into dust, scattering it between Heaven and Earth.
Meanwhile, his left side stood aloof like an onlooker, coldly waiting for the right half to disintegrate.
Inside Shen Luo's Sea of Knowledge, a blazing sun also hung high, unleashing fierce scorching waves.
The once surging Sea of Knowledge had dried up under the intense evaporation of the Sun.
