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All sorts of transformations continuously occurred, as layer upon layer of old skin constantly shed from Zheng Ming's body.
However, as the old skin left Zheng Ming's body, it already vanished without a trace.
At this moment, Zheng Ming seemed like a silkworm in the midst of transformation, destined one day to break free from its cocoon and become a butterfly, to turn into a dragon!
After Zheng Ming's body had undergone a total of forty-nine transformations, the sun that had always been hanging above him finally began to slowly descend.
The sun was crimson like fire, but as it descended, it became brighter and brighter, and yet smaller and smaller.
In the end, this **** sun turned into a red beam, appearing as if it contained infinite mysteries, but these mysteries were too complex. Therefore, they seemed faint and elusive, difficult to see clearly.
