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An era has come to an end, the history of a civilization has ceased, a cycle of reincarnation has been completely concluded!
The dust of bygone days turns into smoke, dissipating in the vastness of heaven and earth, ruthless reality does not believe in tears.
Xiao Chen, cold and almost numb, silently watches the decaying skeletons everywhere, the bloodstained cherry blossoms drifting down, everything has ended.
There is not a trace of suspense, strength crushes everything, no matter how hard you try, no matter how unwilling you are, it's all in vain.
History will not be rewritten, life cannot be relived, the final curtain falls mercilessly!
Bones scattered everywhere, who can discern, who is who, who will they become a thousand years later, do they disperse here? Underneath the earth, a stone, or on the highlands, a clump of soil?