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Boom—
The sun, with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet, pressed down on the Dust Brush relentlessly, and endless scorching winds swept in all directions, like long dragons rampaging through the void, lighting up the whole world with the sun's true fire, blindingly bright to the eyes.
Countless pieces of stone flew up into the air, growing hotter and redder the higher they soared.
Patriarch Bodhi clenched his teeth and persisted, even though half of the white hairs on his Dust Brush had already been burned away, he refused to give up.
If he dodged, the common people below would suffer.
Patriarch Bodhi had a segment of memories about surviving in the Xuandang great world implanted by the system, and he harboured certain feelings for the Xuandang great world.
Moreover, he cared deeply for the common people and could not bear to see a thriving great world turn into hell.
"Break for me!"
