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Time passed quickly. A hundred years passed by quickly.
Xue Bei slowly opened his eyes in the huge palace. He glanced at the stone in his palm. A crack had already appeared in the middle of the stone, and the crack was still expanding.
"The time is up. I wonder how the little guy got in the Bodhi World?" Xue Bei murmured.
The Bodhi World was originally a world where birds sang and flowers were fragrant, like a paradise.
But now...boom!
Purple-brown thunder suddenly streaked across the sky, and it did not disappear for a long time. It seemed to have completely consumed half of the world.
The world began to tremble crazily.
"Is it going to collapse?"
Jian Wushuang sat cross-legged in the thatched cottage. He felt the changes in the world and slowly opened his eyes.
There was a trace of regret in his eyes.
He had no choice. The opportunities in the Bodhi World were too helpful to him.
