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Overlapping Land.
In the depths of a pitch-dark cave where the sun never shone.
A black and a white breath intertwined over Shi Xiaole's body, distinct as yin and yang, clear as the Jing and Wei rivers.
On the side of the white light, a rich vitality made the seeds in the groove of the cave wall sprout rapidly, growing into lush plants that, in a moment, withered and disintegrated into dust.
The black side, in stark contrast, was filled with a howling deathly aura that made one feel as though they were in the depths of hell. It seemed that even a single glance, let alone a breath, could strip life away.
At a certain moment, the black and white auras began to fuse, transforming into one another with a hissing sound that could halt the heart. Faintly, a grey light streak as thin as a formation's eye appeared between the black and white, significantly increasing the speed of their transformation.
Onefold.
One and a half times.
One point six times.
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