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Xu Qingshan approached, each step spanning the heavens and the earth.
As he took a step, the ceaseless flowing river that belonged to the Holy Spring Sect suddenly halted, as if time and space themselves were forbidden.
With his step, the Golden Crows and Cang Luan on both sides let out low cries, seemingly in fear of something, their proud heads slightly bowing, trembling.
With his step, the longsword that pierced the silence began to shiver, and even the Demonic Qi that lingered around it seemed to recede.
With his step, the Yin and Yang that divided heaven and earth appeared as mere ants that could be extinguished in the blink of an eye; he didn't need to deliberately search for the centre of this world.
He merely stood there, and no matter what he was doing or where he stood, he was the center of this universe.
