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The only light source was a circular opening in the ceiling about ten meters above, roughly the size of a manhole cover.,At this moment, the withered monk clasped his hands together and showed a look of fear:,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.。