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The morning glow gave the clouds a layer of pale gold, and beams of light burst through the clouds like strands of golden thread, intertwining with the blood-red light streaming through the window, forming a crimson gold hue.
By their side, it was as if the sound of the tide surged.
"The riverbank is broad, and its bottom reveals sand; such a powerful surge of energy!"
The old monk gazed at the misty rainbow light outside the window, ceaselessly twirling his prayer beads without pause.
From the perspective of an onlooker, this initial breakthrough seemed to be competing for second or third place; but if it reached the peak of the energy flow...
Could it possibly go even further?
Opening three apertures was already the mark of a prodigy, while finding someone with four apertures would require scouring the long river of history.
However...
