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A wizened monk, towering and large like a small hill, sat motionless there.,His cell phone and down jacket were gone, nowhere to be found in the underground palace. In their place was a strange white tunic.,Then came the sound of water from outside. Unlike the ebb and flow of the tides, to 歐陽戎's ears, this sound was like a train roaring towards him from afar. It seemed to be coming from the end of the horizon, sweeping away everything in its path—flowers, birds, animals, mountains, and forests—all laid waste before it. The whole world trembled with the force of it.。