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The silent corridor was engulfed in an endless darkness, resembling the void that might follow death, devoid of any sound.
Suddenly,
a ghostly fireball lit up in the depths of the corridor, its orange flames casting a warm glow into the surrounding inky blackness, dispelling large swathes of darkness like ink.
Under this light, the shadows of one man and two women stretched out long.
"Changtian, because of you, our pace has been severely delayed,"
a cool, slightly hoarse female voice said with a hint of amusement, echoing through the empty corridor, "Can't your Origin Qi last a bit longer?"
Xu Yuan's voice was tinged with laughter. He took out a goose egg-sized Source Crystal and, while working his cultivation technique to restore his Origin Qi, he walked forward at a leisurely pace:
"I am a Soul Condensation expert, not like you two little Origin Initials."
Li Qingyan glanced at Xu Yuan:
