Sun Ce was alone in the room, his knees crossed, his eyes closed, and Sun Ce couldn't wait to open the book that had been written so long before.Lines of legible writing unfolded in Sun Ce's head.Hundreds of millions of years ago, the world is not open, a chaos, no light, no life, no sound, no interest, everything is in a chaotic state, incomparable, endless breath of the whole world.The only thing that exists is the space and the power of the Hongmeng. The power of the Hongmeng is not the real yuan, nor the air, nor the idea, but the source of all life.Silence is the only statement that belongs to this space. There is no such thing as time. Time is only the process of recording the change of objects.In this way, I do not know how long, this piece of space seems to be unable to bear this endless loneliness, Hongmeng's strength will be rolling, surging, boiling, space is broken, Hongmeng's strength is countless, countless pieces of the sea, drifting away, looking far away, tho
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