author:<Bicycle Flying B
state:in the series
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A drop of pure liquid flowed from his dantian, rushing towards his meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.,Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,Several burly men moved aside the debris, he should have died, a beam just happened to block the falling boulder, his body wasn't injured too much, the real cause of death came from that fatal palm strike.。