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◈ Cultivating Underground ◈
Chapter 81
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Wang Seo-rin puffed out her chest with pride.
“I also found annotations left by our seniors and some related formulas, and put them at the back. I drew the overlapping lines in the visualization diagrams separately, so they should be easier to understand if you compare them with the originals.”
Yi Hyeon pressed the jade slip to his forehead and checked its contents.
Just as Senior Sister Wang had said, the inheritance of the 《Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows》 was followed by carefully written annotations and diagrams. She had separated the tangled lines into several layers, with small labels showing which part of the original each one matched.
Perhaps because she was such a skilled artist, even the contents of the copied jade slip carried an elegant mental image.
“...This is a precious gift. I’ll study it carefully and take it to heart.”
Wang Seo-rin peered into his face, then burst out laughing.
“Look at the corners of your mouth twitching.”
“Were they?”
“Yes.”
She stepped back, her jade-green hem swaying.
“Making or withdrawing vows carelessly can injure your primordial spirit, so work through the basics first. Don’t jump straight to the formulas at the back.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Wang Seo-rin gave a slightly shy smile and turned away. Sunlight settled over her as she walked briskly into the distance.
Yi Hyeon stood there for a moment.
‘Is she a celestial maiden...?’
It was kind enough of her to find him such a valuable inheritance. Yet she had even tracked down related formulas, organized them, and made everything easier to read.
She probably still had the recent incident on the coast in mind. Yuk Hong-yeon and Yi Dong-sa had fought while using up precious talisman treasures, so Senior Sister Wang must have wanted to repay them in her own way.
‘That must be it.’
Yi Hyeon put the jade slip into his storage pouch.
Wang Seo-rin was so kind that he almost wondered if she had feelings for him. But getting his hopes up for nothing would only leave him bitterly disappointed.
He decided not to read too much into it. Even so, he took out the jade slip twice on his way home.
...
The 《Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows》 was quite difficult.
Lying on a long couch as he read the jade slip, Yi Hyeon found himself returning to the beginning several times.
Understanding the principles and putting them into practice were different things.
The sutra did not depend on actions one had to uphold, as vows did.
Instead, it established a mind seal (心印) within the primordial spirit. Through prolonged refinement, that seal became a foundation for generating vow power on one’s own.
Merely imagining the shape of the mind seal for a moment was meaningless.
That foundation had to remain steady even while thinking about other things or casting spells. This was why establishing the seal had to be followed by a long period of cultivation to stabilize it.
‘It’s a good thing I learned the Essentials of Spirit Refining.’
He was already used to dividing his spiritual sense into several strands and handling them without letting them interfere with one another. He had also continued training to imprint complex sacred figures in his mind through the Mount Sumeru Visualization Scripture. His foundation was as good as that of any Foundation Establishment cultivator.
At the back of the jade slip was a separately copied text, the 《Essentials of Releasing Vows (解願要訣)》.
It described how to loosen the bond between an existing vow and the primordial spirit, then gradually gather in the vow power cultivated through that bond.
‘She even included this... I’m grateful.’
Once his new mind seal was stable enough, he could use this formula to withdraw his vow. Then he would be able to preserve the vow power he had cultivated even if he later lost his primordial yang.
He had no immediate plans to give up his primordial yang, but he liked having a choice in the future.
...
After that, perhaps feeling they had grown closer, Wang Seo-rin began visiting Yi Hyeon’s residence from time to time.
At first, she came to discuss the Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows or alchemy.
...
Time passed little by little.
Yi Hyeon practiced alchemy, cultivated, and occasionally visited his underground hideout and the Two Heavens Society’s bases.
If anything had changed, it was that his steps grew a little quicker whenever he returned to Jewel Light Temple.
For some reason, thinking of Senior Sister Wang always made him feel as though he were floating.
...
The first mind seal of the Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows stabilized faster than he had expected.
His long years of training his primordial spirit and spiritual sense helped greatly.
After that, Yi Hyeon began studying how to withdraw his vow.
He repeatedly used the vow power generated by his new mind seal to form Buddha-Light True Qi and cast spells, exhausting his spiritual sense and letting it recover.
Only after thoroughly testing everything did he begin learning the Essentials of Releasing Vows.
* * *
One day, at Wang Seo-rin’s residence.
They were leaning back side by side on a long couch when Wang Seo-rin pressed a fingertip against Yi Hyeon’s cheek.
“How strange.”
“...”
Yi Hyeon looked at her for a moment before speaking.
“There’s something I want to show you, Senior Sister.”
“What is it?”
Instead of answering, Yi Hyeon removed all his makeup with a Cleansing Spell and released his disguise arts.
The wrinkles around his eyes faded, and the shape of his cheeks and jaw slowly changed. Before long, a young man who looked not yet twenty sat before Wang Seo-rin.
Her finger twitched.
“...Is this your real face?”
“Yes.”
She studied his face for a long time. She reached out to touch his cheek, then tilted her head slightly to examine his profile as well.
“You were this young?”
“I happened to get a Youth-Preserving Pill when I was young.”
“Then why did you go around making yourself look older?”
“Hmm... It saves me from having to explain things for no reason?”
He could not quite bring himself to reveal the secret of his agelessness.
Wang Seo-rin examined his face once more, then suddenly pouted.
“Then I’ll be the only one who looks old later...”
“You look younger than me.”
“Liar.”
“It’s true.”
The corners of Wang Seo-rin’s mouth slowly lifted.
...
At a Two Heavens Society contact base in Seo Kingdom.
Wearing his white deer mask, Yi Hyeon set a small bag of spirit stones on the table.
“Find me a Youth-Preserving Pill or an Appearance-Preserving Pill. Something of proven quality and effectiveness.”
Alchemical pills known as Youth-Preserving Pills (駐顔丹) or Appearance-Preserving Pills (定顔丹) really did exist in the cultivation world. Once taken, they prevented the user’s appearance from aging any further.
However, they only preserved one’s looks. They did not change lifespan or bone age.
Many people wanted such pills, but most were too busy buying cultivation resources whenever they acquired spirit stones to afford taking one.
The principal ingredients were rare, and demand was less steady than for cultivation pills, so few alchemists specialized in making them. That was why finding a proper pill was more difficult than one might expect.
“How many do you need?”
“One will do. But if the seller insists on selling them by the bottle, buying several is fine.”
The cultivator across from him made a brief entry in a ledger.
“I’ll ask around.”
...
Some time later.
Wang Seo-rin accepted the small jade bottle Yi Hyeon held out.
“What’s this?”
“Youth-Preserving Pills.”
Wang Seo-rin removed the stopper. Three pills lay inside.
Her eyes widened. After staring into the bottle for a moment, she looked as though she might cry.
“...Where did you find something so precious? I asked around the cultivator market too, but getting one was so difficult...”
“You seemed worried about it. It wasn’t much trouble.”
She buried herself in his arms.
“Thank you.”
* * *
Twenty years after he began learning the Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows.
In a cultivation chamber on a peak east of Lotus Court.
Yi Hyeon lay slowly guiding the medicinal strength of a Profound-Passage Pill.
For a time, he had focused on strengthening his Primordial Unity Body and learning spells. Recently, however, he had been concentrating on a breakthrough in his lower dantian, which had remained at Foundation Establishment Layer 6.
The spiritual power in his lower dantian compressed, then loosened again.
As the pill’s medicinal strength joined that flow, gradual changes began in the place that had long been blocked.
Without rushing, Yi Hyeon repeated the same flow again and again.
Several days later.
Hummm.
Yi Hyeon’s reclining body gently rose into the air. Light spread from his entire body, illuminating the cultivation chamber before drawing back inside him.
As his body slowly settled onto the floor, he opened his eyes.
Foundation Establishment Layer 7.
His lower dantian had finally entered the late stage!
He sat up properly and sent his newly refined spiritual power through every part of his meridians. It flowed smoothly, and the same amount now held more power than before his breakthrough.
After a long while, once circulating his spiritual power felt natural, Yi Hyeon took a stone tablet from his storage pouch.
Light flickered in his hand. Some of the writing blurred away, and new words appeared.
【Age: 2,208】
【Realm: Foundation Establishment stage, Layer 7 (lower dantian), Foundation Establishment stage, Layer 4 (rest of the body)】
【Spiritual Power: 7,396 → 7,460】
‘Now I can openly go around as a late Foundation Establishment cultivator.’
More than thirty years had already passed since he entered Jewel Light Temple.
During that time, he had gradually raised his publicly known cultivation to Layer 5, then Layer 6. With the temple’s excellent cultivation environment and his income as a second-tier alchemist, advancing from Layer 4 to Layer 7 would not attract much attention.
Yi Hyeon admired the stone tablet for a moment, then returned it to his storage pouch and left his residence.
His feet naturally carried him toward a nearby peak.
...
The restriction opened as he reached Wang Seo-rin’s residence.
He had not even knocked yet.
“Are you finished?”
Wang Seo-rin hurried out from inside.
Her hair flowed over her shoulders like silk.
Her face was as youthful as when they had first met, but her expression was even brighter and more lively, making her look beautiful.
The moment she saw Yi Hyeon, she broke into a broad smile, unable to hide her delight. Then she stopped in front of him and widened her eyes.
“You broke through? You’re at Layer 7?”
“Yes.”
“And you came to see me first?”
“Where else would I go?”
Instead of answering, Wang Seo-rin threw herself into his arms.
A fresh fragrance filled his embrace.
After briefly burying her face against his chest, she looked up. Smiling sweetly, she took his hand and pulled him along.
“Would you like to stay for some spirit tea?”
...
Three days later.
A guest came to Wang Seo-rin’s residence.
The restriction outside the door sounded softly twice.
After waiting a moment, Yuk Hong-yeon folded her arms.
“Junior Sister Wang.”
When no answer came from inside, she spoke again.
“Junior Brother Yi’s in there too, isn’t he? Open the door.”
A little later, the door opened.
Wang Seo-rin was hurriedly tying up her hair, her face red. Yi Hyeon, who had finished disguising himself with his usual face, was fastening his robe with a dazed expression, but his clothes somehow sat awkwardly.
Yuk Hong-yeon gave them both a sidelong look, as though she had expected this.
“Good grief. Too busy clinging to each other in broad daylight to notice anything else...”
“Senior Sister!”
Wang Seo-rin blushed and waved her hands, but Yuk Hong-yeon merely chuckled and stepped inside.
“I thought Junior Brother Yi Dong-sa was completely clueless about romance... It’s always the quiet spirit cats that raid the herb garden first. I hear you learned that difficult Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows in less than ten years just so you could cuddle up to Seo-rin. She sang your praises endlessly. Looks like she wasn’t entirely wrong.”
Wang Seo-rin covered Yuk Hong-yeon’s mouth.
“Someone might hear you! I gave you a Youth-Preserving Pill, so you promised to keep quiet!”
“Mmph... All right...”
Yi Hyeon scratched his head, but he could not think of anything to say in his defense.
Yuk Hong-yeon passed between them and entered the sitting room.
While Wang Seo-rin prepared tea, she placed a thin booklet on the table.
“The Unju Dao Discussion Gathering is being held.”
Yi Hyeon sat down.
“A Dao discussion gathering?”
“It’s an exchange event held by the sects of the Nine Kingdoms of Unju every sixty years. This time, it’ll be in Jeong Kingdom, north of Hyeon Kingdom. Our temple has decided to send people too.”
Wang Seo-rin set down the teacups.
“The gathering where the disciples spar?”
“Yes. The elders meet with one another, while the disciples compete with their spells and martial arts.”
Yuk Hong-yeon opened the booklet.
It contained a list of candidates for the disciples Jewel Light Temple would send.
Yi Hyeon’s gaze stopped on a familiar name.
Yi Dong-sa.
“...My name’s here too?”
“Martial Uncle Hyedam recommended you. I hear Lotus Court plans to choose only two people.”
Yi Hyeon turned to Wang Seo-rin, and she nodded.
“Go and enjoy yourself. My master said I could take charge of combining the ingredients for the next batch of Gold-Condensing Pills. I don’t want to miss an opportunity like that either. I’m going to use the chance to learn properly.”
Yuk Hong-yeon looked at the two of them in disbelief.
“You’re already asking her permission to go places? Anyone would think you were married. Are you interested in going, Junior Brother Yi?”
“There must be plenty of people with higher cultivation than me.”
“With your skills, you’re more than qualified to be a candidate.”
Yuk Hong-yeon picked up her teacup.
“I saw how you fought on the coast. Even twenty years ago, you held out by deflecting a Tier 3 demonic beast’s attacks. Now you’ve reached late Foundation Establishment. Even without counting the talisman treasure you used, that was impressive enough.”
Yi Hyeon considered it for a moment.
The chance to observe the fighting styles of cultivators from unfamiliar sects up close interested him.
It would be a different experience from practicing spells alone or sparring with familiar fellow disciples.
Nor would he have to fight for his life. These were friendly matches held under the elders’ supervision, and continuing to attack an opponent who had surrendered was strictly forbidden.
If Yi Hyeon had to name one drawback, it was being apart from Wang Seo-rin.
Wang Seo-rin was lovely. She always smiled first when she saw him, and when no one was watching, she would naturally take his hand. He had grown quite used to her affection.
They spent nearly every day together. Just thinking about not seeing her for a while already left him feeling empty.
But they could not stay together all the time, and he did need to carry out sect duties now and then.
...
Hyedam examined Yi Hyeon’s aura and nodded.
“You really have reached the late stage.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I’ll admit that my disciple hasn’t become so blinded by a woman’s charms that he’s abandoned his cultivation.”
“...”
Hyedam pointed to the stone table beside him.
A jade plate protected by a preservation restriction held the dark red marrow fluid of a demonic beast.
“Prepare this first.”
Yi Hyeon sat down and kindled a flame at his fingertips.
The pale golden fire split into fine strands and seeped into the marrow fluid.
Hyedam watched in silence.
There was a difference from when Yi Hyeon had first become his disciple.
Back when his primordial yang was still intact, he could remove the baleful qi with a flame so faint it was barely visible.
Now he had to raise the heat a little higher. Losing his primordial yang had weakened his Clear Yang Purifying Flame.
Removing the same amount of baleful qi required more spiritual power, but that was no difficulty at all for Yi Hyeon and his Primordial Unity Body.
His control as he divided and withdrew the flames was also far more delicate than before, keeping the higher heat from damaging the medicinal properties. The threadlike flames wove through the marrow fluid, burning away only the baleful qi.
His long years of practicing the Fire-Dividing Thread Spell shone here as well.
His vow power had also been fully preserved. The mind seal he had stabilized before withdrawing his vow now served as its foundation, so his Buddha-Light True Qi had lost none of its power.
Hisss.
Dark red energy dispersed like smoke.
After a long while, Yi Hyeon withdrew his hand. Hyedam pulled the jade plate closer and examined it.
The old monk’s eyebrows shifted slightly.
“...Excellent.”
Hyedam put the plate down and looked at him.
“It is excellent, but...”
“Yes?”
“It’s still a shame about your primordial yang.”
Yi Hyeon smiled awkwardly.
“It hasn’t affected my refining.”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t stop you. It’s not as though our temple has a rule against taking a Dao companion.”
Before Yi Hyeon could speak, Hyedam continued.
“Still, when I was young, I knew the value of primordial yang. Somehow, even after falling for a woman, you keep up with both cultivation and alchemy. You leave me nothing to scold you for. That makes you all the more irritating.”
“...It’s thanks to your excellent teaching, Master.”
“Excellent indeed. You are my disciple, after all.”
Hyedam stroked his beard.
He took a small jade token from a drawer, pressed it to his forehead, and poured his spiritual sense into it before setting it on the table.
“It’s time for you to form a connection with some new spells. Go to the Scripture Repository. Present this token, and you’ll be allowed to study two inheritances on the third floor.”
“Thank you.”
As Yi Hyeon accepted the jade token, Hyedam added one last thing.
“And you should attend the Dao discussion gathering. We’re cultivators first and alchemists second. Seeing the methods of other sects will help you.”
“I will.”
“You’ll be traveling with a group, so there’s no need to feel burdened.”
...
The third floor of the Scripture Repository was quieter than the floors below.
The restrictions on its shelves were far stronger than those on the second floor.
After examining Hyedam’s jade token, the monk in charge pointed to the shelves.
“Choose two.”
“Yes.”
Yi Hyeon wandered among the shelves until he reached a collection of inheritances concerning attacks on the primordial spirit.
‘Come to think of it, I can defend against spiritual sense attacks with the Spirit-Guarding and Origin-Protecting Art. The Essentials of Spirit Refining have also taught me to stabilize and divide my spiritual sense. But I don’t actually have a method for using it to attack someone else’s primordial spirit.’
After a long while, his hand stopped on a jade slip.
《Spirit-Startling Needle Art (驚神針法)》.
It taught a method of combining spiritual sense with vow power and condensing it into a fine Spirit-Startling Needle that pierced an opponent’s consciousness.
Thanks to his Primordial Unity Body and his martial arts foundation, Yi Hyeon was extremely strong in physical combat. His abundant spiritual power also made him skilled in spell combat. Of the three elements of essence, qi, and spirit, it was now time to acquire a way to attack through the primordial spirit.
Of course, it would be difficult to defeat a powerful opponent of the same realm in one blow through a spiritual sense attack alone. But such an attack did not have to destroy the primordial spirit to be useful.
Merely disrupting an opponent’s consciousness as they formed hand seals or controlled a magical implement could be valuable enough.
Yi Hyeon read the description several times, then set the jade slip aside as his choice.
While browsing the other shelves, he also found a section devoted to escape spells.
He had learned the Earth Escape Spell and Water Escape Spell long ago, so he did not need those.
The escape spells of the five elements included Fire Escape and Wood Escape, but the one that caught his attention most was the Metal Escape Spell.
It allowed the user to pass through metal or along mineral veins where metal qi gathered densely.
It was extremely difficult to learn, but Yi Hyeon, a master of the Earth Escape Spell, was drawn to it.
If he learned this as well, he would be able to find a path even through mineral veins that were difficult to cross with the Earth Escape Spell alone.
...
Half a month later.
Lotus Court held a simple sparring trial to make its final selection of disciples for the Unju Dao Discussion Gathering.
Myeongjin stood opposite Yi Hyeon.
He was a senior brother who had learned to refine ingredients for Gold-Condensing Pills alongside him. A late Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was skilled at controlling several magical implements at once.
A small bronze mirror floated above Myeongjin’s head. Yi Hyeon also raised his Moon-Sinking Sword and deployed the Six-Leaf Shield.
Myeongjin formed a hand seal, and blue rays poured from the bronze mirror. As masses of light blocked off both sides, two throwing knives rushed through the gaps with an eerie whistle.
It was a clean, efficient combination.
Clang! Clang!
Two plates of the Six-Leaf Shield knocked the throwing knives aside. At that very moment, Myeongjin’s mirror turned, and blue light wrapped around one shield plate, slowing its movement.
Just as the corners of Myeongjin’s mouth began to rise, Yi Hyeon struck.
He did not even consider withdrawing the slowed plate. Instead, he used it to block Myeongjin’s view and plunged into the opening without hesitation.
Whoosh!
Frostlike sword light burst from the Moon-Sinking Sword, piercing straight between the two throwing knives.
“Guh!”
Startled, Myeongjin flicked his hand. A small shield shot up in haste and barely knocked the Moon-Sinking Sword’s light aside.
Boom!
Before he could even feel relieved at having blocked it, a single hidden strand of blue sword qi curved inward like a snake from within the sword light shattered against the shield’s edge.
By the time Myeongjin hurried backward, it was already too late.
A chilling cold touched him.
Without stirring the slightest breeze, the sword qi had stopped one cun from the back of his neck, carrying an aloof, imposing air.
An elder watching from outside raised a hand.
“Stop.”
Cold sweat ran down Myeongjin’s face as he let out a deflated breath.
“I’ve lost.”
Yi Hyeon withdrew his sword qi and pressed his palms together.
“Thank you for your guidance.”
Myeongjin rubbed his chest and shook his head in wonder.
“Guidance? Hardly. Your talent for combat is absurd, Junior Brother Yi. I’m glad you’re not an enemy. I thought I was facing a ghost.”
Yi Hyeon was a little taken aback.
He had now fully mastered the Supreme Unity Heavenly Dipper Sword Art. He could hide sword qi among countless streams of sword light and even use it to create a sword formation.
But he had not expected a late Foundation Establishment senior brother to be unable to react to the single strand of sword qi he had mixed in, before he even deployed that formation.
‘I see. I’ve lost touch with what it means to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator... I’ll have to practice holding back if I don’t want to stand out too much at the Unju Dao Discussion Gathering.’
After the sparring ended, Lotus Court’s final choices were Yi Hyeon and Senior Brother Myeongyun, who was skilled in formations.
...
Over the next two months, Yi Hyeon continued his daily routine while learning his new arts and preparing for the gathering.
Gathering his spiritual sense into the shape of a Spirit-Startling Needle was relatively easy.
He had trained his primordial spirit for a long time, and the mind seal of the Scripture of Refining Intent into Vows was stable.
In actual combat, however, piercing a fast-moving opponent’s spiritual sense defenses and disrupting their consciousness at the right moment was still difficult.
Even when he practiced with Yuk Hong-yeon at reduced power, with both of them prepared, he often missed the moment to strike as soon as their exchanges sped up.
The Metal Escape Spell was even harder.
But Yi Hyeon felt no impatience at all.
Most of the astonishing spell proficiency he took pride in had been built over many long years. He had never expected to become skilled with a new spell right away.
Time was the one thing he had to spare.
Before his departure, he visited Underground Hideout No. 3 to inspect the spirit fields and fill the water tank with the Spirit Rain Spell. He did not forget to check on the Fuzzbees and Bonefuzz puppets either.
...
The night before departure.
Nestled in Yi Hyeon’s arms, Wang Seo-rin stopped turning the pages of a popular novel. She took his hand and gently squeezed each finger joint in turn.
“Don’t go getting involved in anything dangerous.”
“I won’t.”
* * *
The next morning.
A large flying boat hovered over a plaza in the eastern part of the mountain range where Jewel Light Temple stood.
Several layers of golden patterns shone beneath its hull, and a lion standing on clouds was carved into its high prow.
Many disciples had already gathered in the plaza.
Cultivators from Demon-Subduing Court carried long spears and sheathed swords on their backs, or stood beside long cases containing magical implements.
Elsewhere, monks with unusually thick arms and shoulders spoke in low voices. A faint golden glow flowed over the skin exposed outside their enchanted robes.
They were disciples of Vajra Court, which focused on body-tempering arts.
A little farther away sat cultivators from Concentration and Wisdom Court. Some had their eyes closed, while others rolled small prayer beads between their fingers.
Concentration and Wisdom Court (定慧院) specialized in meditation, visualization, and arts for refining the spirit. Its inheritances ranged from soul-enthralling arts that shook an opponent’s soul through spiritual sense to methods of condensing Dharma manifestations. As expected of a great Buddhist sect, Jewel Light Temple possessed deep reserves of knowledge in arts dealing with the mind and primordial spirit.
A disciple from Life-Release Court kept stroking the ears of a small beast held in their arms.
The creature looked tame, but when it yawned, sharp demonic qi seeped between its exposed teeth.
‘There are beast controllers too...’
Yi Hyeon looked around.
There were twenty-four participants in all.
Although more than thirty years had passed since he joined the temple, most of their faces were unfamiliar.
‘I really have spent all my time in Lotus Court.’
Near the plaza, disciples from the Guest Reception Hall directed the accompanying personnel as they boarded and carried luggage.
A steward from the Discipline Hall checked the delegation list and handed out spirit tokens.
Yi Hyeon looked beyond the plaza.
Halls and training grounds stretched across the distant peaks. Other flying boats traveled between them, and disciples who had finished their dawn practice descended long stairways.
Jewel Light Temple was enormous.
It truly was a great sect, overseeing temples throughout Seo Kingdom and bases along its borders, maintaining order across lands where countless cultivators and mortals lived.
His comfortable daily life in Lotus Court was only a tiny part of it.
“Junior Brother Yi!”
Yuk Hong-yeon raised a hand from the deck.
Several cultivators from Demon-Subduing Court stood beside her.
Yi Hyeon flew up and landed on the deck, and Yuk Hong-yeon introduced him to her fellow disciples.
“This is Junior Brother Yi Dong-sa from Lotus Court. He’ll be competing with us this time.”
Several people greeted him warmly, and Yi Hyeon pressed his palms together to each in turn.
Soon, the flying boat’s formation inscriptions began to shine brightly.
Hummm.
The plaza slowly receded.
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