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At this moment, the power Yu Ziqing possessed was pure, not particularly strong, yet its mystique had already surpassed his comprehension.
He wanted to use the most thorough method to completely eradicate the White Sun Holy Mother.
He also observed those who had fought all their lives for noble ideals.
Therefore, he wanted to try if he could use another way to completely erase the White Sun Holy Mother.
He could converse with Shi, but he did not know if this was real or an illusory history.
But it was not important anymore; he just wanted to tell them that they ultimately succeeded, so they would not die with regret.
Even at the moment of his death, he bore hope.
Shi, hearing Yu Ziqing's words, cried and laughed simultaneously.
Finally, he looked at the manuscript in front of him, a mix of reluctance and relief on his face.
He raised his hand, and a flame appeared in his palm.
At this moment, Yu Ziqing spoke.
