Deep in the temple.
Evan Zhao's eyes were half closed, his gaze was dark, and countless secret symbols were interweaving and evolving around his body, faintly forming a magnificent universe.
Between the birth and death of the universe, there is a mysterious evolution with rules, and all things and living beings arise and perish.
It was unknown how long it had been before Evan Zhao's half-closed eyes finally opened, and a vast galaxy was reflected in his pupils.
"Birth and death are nothing but this."
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