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The formation of the shell prevented more energy from escaping.
The hard shell enveloped it, creating a stable and energy-rich internal environment.
The cave became dark once more.
Feng Yi felt he had a very long dream, wherein he saw vast desolation and old events hidden in the fog.
He dreamt of cities emerging from the wasteland, only to be leveled by the winds and sands, and after a great while, new cities rose and prosperity withered away.
A speck of dust traversed the darkness, sailing through the oppressive silence.
What was held, what was seen.
It stood aloof.
Then, the dust settled.
...
Tan Mountain Gorge.
High upon the cliffs, the ancient Buddha watched the night, quietly observing the mist swirling in the gorge below.
At the entrance of the gorge, inside the black car, the old man watched as the time flashed [0:30] on the display screen.
The wind within the gorge became stronger.
