The sprawling, mountainous terrain of the Clear Sky Province was a testament to the enduring resilience of a fallen giant. Nestled deep within the rugged, resource-rich eastern mountains of the Star Luo Empire, this vast Dukedom had been formally granted to the Clear Sky Sect by the imperial crown. It was positioned securely, far removed from the volatile borders shared with the Spirit Hall or the Heaven Dou Empire. The province boasted numerous bustling cities, heavily fortified mountain passes, and sprawling foundries where the rhythmic, ceaseless clang of forging hammers echoed through the valleys. It was a domain of wealth and martial discipline, a sanctuary where the scattered remnants of the world's most formidable sect had gathered to lick their wounds and rebuild their shattered pride.
A heavy, majestic carriage drawn by four robust spirit-beasts rolled smoothly along the paved primary road leading toward the sect's central fortress. Inside the spacious cabin sat two figures whose very presence distorted the ambient spirit power in the air.
Tang Chen, the legendary Limit Douluo and the foundational pillar of the Clear Sky Sect, looked out the window at the thriving province. He had abandoned the grotesque, blood-soaked scarlet coat of the Slaughter King, now wearing simple, dignified dark grey robes that suited a man of his profound stature. His spiked black hair shifted slightly as the carriage hit a bump, his deep black eyes carrying a heavy, calculating weight.
Sitting across from him was Tang San. The young man's plain features had hardened into a mask of perpetual, chilling stoicism. The dense, white mist of the Death God Domain clung to his skin like a second layer of clothing, a visible manifestation of the thousands of lives he had extinguished in the subterranean hellscape.
During their arduous journey back to the surface world, Tang San had provided his great-grandfather with a meticulous, comprehensive detailing of the events that had transpired over the last two decades. He recounted the tragic death of Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji at the hands of Tang Hao, the subsequent wrath of the Spirit Hall, and the catastrophic, humiliating retreat of the Clear Sky Sect. He detailed how the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, leveraging their immense wealth and influence as one of the three Upper Sects, had managed to not just push the Clear Sky Sect out of their ancestral lands, but had even forced the proud Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into seeking refuge within the Star Luo Empire, leaving their historical foundations behind in the Heaven Dou Empire.
Tang Chen digested this information with the calm, terrifying pragmatism of a seasoned warlord. The Spirit Hall's aggressive suppression of his sect was a matter of basic cause and effect; a blood debt owed for the death of their Supreme Pontiff. Tang Chen understood the brutal mathematics of revenge. Furthermore, Tang Chen knew in his heart that his old friend, Qian Daoliu, was a man of strict, unwavering righteousness. Despite their historical rivalries, Qian Daoliu was the High Priest of the Angel God, a deity representing pure light and justice. Tang Chen never denied the fact that Qian Daoliu had kept his solemn word to not personally step onto the battlefield to wipe out the Clear Sky Sect. Tang Chen knew full well that if Qian Daoliu had chosen to break that promise, the sect would cease to exist today; short of a descending divinity, no one in the mortal realm could defeat the High Priest of the Angel God, save perhaps for himself or Bo Saixi.
However, it was not the looming shadow of Qian Daoliu or the towering golden statues of the Spirit Hall that made Tang Chen truly apprehensive. It was the existence of a single, anomalous youth named Zhang Tian.
According to the extensive reports provided by Tang San, this Zhang Tian possessed a mutated plant spirit seemingly derived from the common Blue Silver Grass. Yet, this youth had shattered every known convention of the martial world. Zhang Tian had flawlessly created numerous Self-Created Spirit Skills that perfectly supported his oppressive fighting style. He possessed spirit ring abilities that defied logic, especially the terrifying, wide-area lightning devastation he had unleashed four years ago during the grand tournament. His current limits were entirely unknown, as he had withdrawn into his northern territory, operating from the shadows.
As a peerless genius who had personally pioneered the 'Clear Sky Nine Absolutes', the 'Ring Explosion', and the 'Great Sumeru Hammer'—all of which were monumental Self-Created Spirit Abilities—Tang Chen knew intimately just how devastatingly powerful self-created skills could be when fused in perfect conjugation with high-tier spirit ring abilities. A man who could forge his own path was a man unbound by the heavens.
Moreover, Tang San had emphasized Zhang Tian's frightening proficiency in crafting Spirit Tools of countless, varied types. Although Tang San insisted that the tools flooding the markets were mostly for the daily utility of the public, Tang Chen's tactical mind recognized the lethal undercurrent. He did not doubt for a single second that a mind capable of reinventing civilian infrastructure had also forged devastating, attack-type spirit tools meant for full-scale war.
In terms of pure, raw talent in comprehension and practical strength, Tang Chen felt a cold certainty that this Zhang Tian was far superior to his own great-grandson. But fortunately, Tang Chen reassured himself, Tang San possessed his own formidable advantages. The boy wielded twin spirits, a foundation of limitless potential. Moreover, Tang San had been personally recognized and blessed by the Asura God within the Slaughter City. Tang Chen believed that this divine intervention would bridge the gap, or perhaps had already narrowed the disparity in strength between the two youths.
"We have arrived, Great-grandfather," Tang San spoke, his voice a harsh, grating sound that broke the silence.
The carriage halted before the towering, iron-wrought gates of the Clear Sky Sect's new central fortress. As Tang Chen stepped out into the crisp mountain air, a wave of palpable, overwhelming spirit power washed over the courtyard.
The news of his return had been dispatched ahead of them. The entire courtyard was lined with hundreds of elite, hammer-wielding disciples, their faces flushed with a mixture of disbelief, profound reverence, and burning martial pride. At the forefront stood the two men who carried the immediate burden of the sect's survival.
Tang Xiao, a majestic figure with greying hair, and Tang Hao, whose rugged, scarred face bore the weight of endless sorrow and recent redemption, immediately dropped to their knees, their heads bowed low.
"Grandfather," Tang Xiao and Tang Hao spoke in unison, their voices trembling with genuine emotion.
Tang Chen stepped forward, placing a firm, stabilizing hand on each of their shoulders, pulling them up to their feet. "Stand tall. The men of the Clear Sky Sect do not grovel in the dirt."
He surveyed his two grandsons, his deep black eyes piercing through their physical forms to assess their spiritual foundations. Tang Xiao, who had borne the grueling administrative weight of the sect, stood firm at Level 96 Super Douluo. But it was Tang Hao who drew Tang Chen's focused attention.
Tang Hao's previously crippled, self-destructive aura had vanished. He radiated the dense, oppressive might of a Level 97 Super Douluo.
"Your internal meridian and injuries that Xiao San told me about... they are completely healed, Hao'er," Tang Chen noted, a hint of surprise in his voice. "A miraculous recovery. How was this achieved?"
Tang Hao offered a respectful nod. "It was through the gracious intervention of the Star Luo Imperial Family, Grandfather. They assigned a high-ranking Enshrinement Elder to my recovery. She possesses the Jade Lotus Deer spirit, a martial spirit boasting a formidable life attribute. She spent weeks meticulously knitting my shattered foundation back together. She accomplished this at the severe cost of burning a significant portion of her own life force."
"A heavy price," Tang Chen murmured, recognizing the immense political debt incurred. "Did she survive the process?"
"She did," Tang Xiao interjected smoothly. "But she requires deep recuperation. She will not be able to utilize her healing arts for such serious injuries for at least the next three years. The Emperor provided her services to ensure our vanguard is at its peak."
"A wise, pragmatic investment by the crown," Tang Chen approved. He looked around the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the gathered elders. He sensed numerous Titled Douluo auras among the crowd, most hovering around Level 92 or Level 93. It was a sturdy, reliable foundation, but it lacked the overwhelming apex power required to shatter an empire.
Tang Chen formally took charge of the sect's overarching strategy that afternoon. However, he explicitly commanded that Tang Xiao remain the active Sect Leader. Tang Chen understood his own lingering responsibilities to the Slaughter City and the Asura God; he could not afford to micromanage the daily logistics of the Clear Sky Sect at all times.
His return acted as a monumental catalyst for the southern alliance. Over the next few days, the grand halls of the Clear Sky Province hosted a continuous stream of powerful dignitaries.
Yu Yuanzhen, the volatile leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, arrived with his elders. Tai Tan, the massive patriarch of the Strength Clan, came bearing gifts of rare ores. Even Emperor Dai Tianxiong and Empress Zhu Leihua traveled from the capital, shedding their imperial arrogance to pay their deep, formal respects to the man widely recognized as the Strongest on Land. The atmosphere in the meeting halls was electric. With a peak Level 99 Limit Douluo standing at the helm, the scattered, battered factions finally felt they possessed a genuine, tangible chance of winning the impending war against the Spirit Hall.
While the adults plotted the movements of armies, Tang San sought out the familiar faces of his youth.
He found Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar training in a secluded, reinforced pavilion near the edge of the fortress. The three youths had grown taller, their faces bearing the harsh lines of rigorous martial training under the Star Luo Empire's sponsorship. However, as Tang San approached, his refined, lethal senses immediately gauged their power. They were formidable, yes, but they hovered merely in the mid-fifties. They lacked the profound, foundational transformation that Immortal Herbs would have provided. They were not powerful enough to cause any meaningful shifts in a war dominated by Super Douluos.
Still, the bonds of their shared past remained.
"Little San!" Dai Mubai shouted, dropping his training weights. The blonde prince strode forward, pulling Tang San into a tight, brotherly embrace. "Look at you! You feel like a drawn blade."
"You survived that hellhole," Oscar grinned, tossing a freshly conjured recovery sausage into the air and catching it. "We knew you would."
Ma Hongjun chuckled, patting his substantial belly. "It is good to have our core back."
They retreated to a shaded terrace, sharing wine and recounting the bitter struggles of the past four years. The conversation naturally, inevitably steered toward the source of their collective misery: Zhang Tian and the factions that supported him.
"When the war begins, Tang San," Dai Mubai stated, his mismatched eyes darkening with a venomous, festering hatred. He gripped his wine cup so tightly the ceramic cracked. "After we crush the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect and break their lines, I want you to leave Zhu Zhuqing to me. She was my betrothed. She broke our sacred engagement, humiliated my lineage on a continental stage, and threw herself into the bed of that red-haired bastard. I will break her legs and drag her back to the capital in chains."
Oscar leaned forward, his usually jovial face twisted with a disturbing, obsessive intensity. "And Ning Rongrong... leave her to me. She looked down on me, chose power over my love. Once her precious pagoda shatters and her sect burns, I will show her the true value of my support. She will have no choice but to rely on me."
Ma Hongjun let out a crude, decadent laugh, wiping wine from his chin. "Well, I am not picky, brothers! If there are any other high-ranking beauties captured when we sack their cities, just toss them into my tent. The Evil Fire needs constant quenching, after all."
Their perverted, deeply decadent requests, delivered with such casual, entitled tones, did not cause Tang San to feel any strangeness or moral repulsion. His time in the Slaughter City had stripped away the fragile illusions of conventional morality, replacing them with a cold, binary worldview of allies and enemies. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had chosen the side of his enemy; therefore, their suffering was a natural, acceptable consequence of their treason.
"It is agreed," Tang San replied, his voice a flat, emotionless rasp. He took a sip of his wine, his purple eyes gleaming with a singular, obsessive purpose. "Do as you wish with them. I only care about retrieving Xiao Wu, and ensuring Zhang Tian experiences a despair profound enough to shatter his soul."
Unbeknownst to the gathered youths, a critical, fatal flaw existed in their strategic understanding. The Clear Sky Sect, and indeed the entire Star Luo Empire intelligence network, remained entirely, blissfully unaware of the fact that the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect had formally joined hands with the Spirit Hall. They falsely believed the two northern powers were merely convenient neighbors with individual, separate enmities against the south.
Because of this flawed intelligence, Tang Chen had actively decided to prioritize resolving the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect first. He perceived a massive, immediate threat from Zhang Tian—who maintained close, public ties with Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect—and wished to sever that powerful support line before engaging the towering might of the Spirit Hall directly.
The next day, Tang San traveled to a modest estate situated on the outskirts of the province. Here, operating under the generous financial sponsorship of the Star Luo Imperial Family, Flender had established a small, functioning remnant of Shrek Academy.
Walking into the quiet study, Tang San was met with the familiar, stern face of his teacher, Yu Xiaogang.
"Teacher," Tang San bowed deeply.
Yu Xiaogang stepped out from behind his desk, his eyes scanning his disciple. A rare, wide smile of pure, academic pride broke across his stoic features. "You have surpassed my wildest projections to have survived the Slaughter City at such a young age, Xiao San."
"I survived, Teacher," Tang San replied. "And I am ready to balance the scales."
"I believe you are," Yu Xiaogang nodded, pacing the room with renewed vigor. "With your current strength, your mastery of the twin spirits, and the backing of your great-grandfather, you can certainly fight, win, and exact proper revenge against Zhang Tian."
Tang San naturally wanted nothing more than to execute this vengeance, and he agreed completely with his teacher's assessment. They spent the next few days deeply engrossed in tactical discussions, refining combat theories, and analyzing the known capabilities of their enemies.
However, theoretical discussions could not substitute for raw, tangible power. Tang San was hovering at the absolute edge of a breakthrough.
Early one morning, Tang Chen and Tang Hao summoned Tang San to the main courtyard.
"It is time, Xiao San," Tang Chen declared, his voice carrying the resonant weight of a commander. "We depart for the Star Dou Great Forest. You require an Eighth Spirit Ring worthy of your evolved physique. We will accept nothing less than a Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old apex predator."
The three generations of the Clear Sky lineage departed immediately, moving with the terrifying, silent speed of high-level Douluos. They bypassed the bustling trade routes, utilizing mountain passes to enter the vast, ancient canopy of the Star Dou Great Forest within days.
They ventured deep into the mixed region, bordering on the core, their combined auras suppressed to avoid drawing the unnecessary attention of the Beast God. Tang San, utilizing his refined tracking skills and the sensory capabilities of his Purple Spirit Grass, eventually locked onto a suitable, terrifying target.
It was a Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old Death Demon Spider King.
This specific, horrific beast lacked the noble bloodlines of dragons or phoenixes, but it was an apex predator forged in pure, concentrated malice and lethal toxicity. It was a massive, eight-legged monstrosity covered in jagged, bone-white armor plating that wept a constant, corrosive black mist. It was a creature that fed on the decaying lifeforce of other high-level beasts.
Tang Hao stepped forward, his eyes burning with a calm, practiced lethality. He did not bother with elaborate techniques or flashy domains.
"Clear Sky Hammer," Tang Hao murmured, his massive hammer materializing in his grasp.
He leaped into the air, the sheer physical force of his Level 97 spirit power compressing the atmosphere around the hammer head. The Death Demon Spider King shrieked, firing a barrage of corrosive webbing, but Tang Hao simply swung the hammer downward. The impact was a localized catastrophe. The hammer shattered the webbing, shattered the bone-white armor, and crushed the beast into the forest floor in a single, devastating strike, leaving it barely clinging to life.
Tang San approached the ruined creature. He summoned his Purple Spirit Grass, wrapping a thick vine around the spider's neck, and delivered the killing blow.
A massive, deep black spirit ring, so dense it almost appeared to consume the light around it, rose from the corpse.
Tang San sat cross-legged, drawing the heavy ring toward his body. The absorption process was agonizing. The deathly, toxic resentment of the ninety-thousand-year-old predator warred against his meridians, attempting to rot his flesh from the inside out. But Tang San's willpower had been tempered in the Slaughter City; he endured the pain, forcing the energy to submit to his control.
When he finally opened his eyes hours later, a profound, chilling transformation had occurred.
What Tang San gained from this hunt was far more than a simple spirit ring ability. His primary martial spirit, the Purple Spirit Grass, had undergone a fundamental, structural evolution. It was now the Deathly Spirit Grass.
The vines were no longer merely purple; they were a sickly, pale violet laced with pulsing, pitch-black veins. The spirit now possessed a pure, concentrated Death Attribute layered flawlessly alongside his existing Poison Attribute. Through this newly integrated Death Attribute, his Deathly Spirit Grass gained a terrifying, parasitic innate ability: he could actively absorb the lingering death aura of those who had recently died or had been killed in his vicinity. This was a truly formidable, passive intake method that could continuously enhance his cultivation speed and strengthen his spirit power reserves greatly during large-scale battles.
Furthermore, the absorption of the ring triggered a resonance with his Death God Domain. He unlocked an entirely new, terrifying domain variation attached specifically to his plant spirit: the Death Poison Domain. When activated, it cast a pale, violet fog over the battlefield that could passively, constantly inject a highly corrosive poison fused with the death attribute into the meridians of all enemies caught within its radius, rotting their spirit power from the inside out.
His Eighth Spirit Ring Ability, derived directly from the Spider King, was an exceptionally powerful, pure attack-type method. Upon activation, the vines of his Deathly Spirit Grass would harden into massive, bone-white spears that could pierce through heavy armor, exploding upon impact to release a concentrated burst of necrotic venom.
Tang San stood up, feeling the immense, stabilized power coursing through his veins. He had reached Level 82, officially cementing his status as a formidable Spirit Douluo.
"Excellent," Tang Chen nodded approvingly, inspecting the dark aura radiating from his great-grandson. "Your foundation is solid. The Clear Sky Sect has a weapon ready for war."
With their primary objective successfully completed, Tang San, Tang Chen, and Tang Hao began their swift journey returning back toward the borders of the Star Luo Empire.
However, as they were traveling through a dense, seemingly unremarkable patch of woodland near the edge of the forest, Tang San's newly evolved, highly sensitive Deathly Spirit Grass twitched. He halted his steps, his purple eyes narrowing as he scanned the undergrowth.
"Xiao San? What is it?" Tang Hao asked, resting a hand on his hammer.
"Something is strange," Tang San murmured, stepping off the beaten path.
He approached a large, sprawling patch of ordinary-looking Blue Silver Grass growing stubbornly between the roots of an ancient oak. Due to his spirit having recently evolved, his perception of plant-based life forms was incredibly sharp. He noticed a subtle, almost imperceptible rhythm in the way these specific blades of grass swayed in the wind—a rhythm that defied the natural airflow.
Acting on pure instinct, Tang San raised his hand. A sharp, violent pulse of his Deathly Spirit power shot forward, instantly destroying a large patch of the Blue Silver Grass, reducing the blades to shredded pulp.
What happened next stopped all three men dead in their tracks.
Shockingly, as the grass withered and died, faint, glowing rings of light floated up from the pulverized remains. A few ten-year-old white spirit rings, and even a scattered handful of hundred-year-old yellow spirit rings, appeared, hovering silently in the air before slowly dissipating.
But this was not all.
As the life faded from the plants, the remaining, intact bodies of these specific Blue Silver Grass blades underwent a rapid, startling color shift. The familiar, unassuming blue hue bled away, violently replaced by a deep, striking crimson red.
Tang San's breath hitched. That specific, unmistakable shade of red immediately reminded him of the horrific, blood-sucking vines he had faced during the tournament. It reminded him of Zhang Tian's Blood Silver Grass.
Not just Tang San was shocked as they saw this impossible phenomenon. Both Tang Chen and Tang Hao were deeply, profoundly shocked. As seasoned veterans of the martial world, they knew the rigid laws of nature. They never imagined that ordinary Blue Silver Grass, a species notoriously known for having a very high, almost insurmountable difficulty of developing actual sentience, could yield rings. The vast majority of Blue Silver Grass, except for those growing in some highly specific, blessed locations, simply don't have any feasible way of accumulating enough energy to become true spirit beasts.
So, after being casually destroyed, to think that the mundane Blue Silver Grass in this random patch would actually manifest a spirit ring was baffling. And there were so many white and yellow spirit rings appearing at once!
Not just that, the undeniable fact that after death, these supposedly blue plants reverted and turned crimson meant a horrifying reality. They were originally Blood Silver Grass all along. They had been using some sophisticated, passive method or inherent biological illusion to consistently give off the appearance and aura that they were merely harmless Blue Silver Grass.
"Stand back," Tang Chen commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous, deadly serious register.
Tang Chen stepped forward, closing his eyes. He unleashed his vast, overwhelming mental force as a peak Limit Douluo, casting a wide, meticulous net over the surrounding forest floor.
His mental probe swept through the soil, the roots, and the leaves. A moment later, his eyes snapped open, a look of profound, chilling realization crossing his features.
"It is not just this patch," Tang Chen stated, his voice tight. "I have discovered very faint, highly organized traces of rudimentary mental force existing within each and every one of the Blue Silver Grass patches near us for miles. The entire forest floor is awake. These mental force signatures show that absolutely all of them are sentient. They are all, technically, low-level Spirit Beasts."
A shocking, deeply disturbing possibility emerged rapidly in Tang Chen's brilliant tactical mind. If these disguised plants were everywhere, and they were all sentient... then all these Blue Silver Grass that were in reality Blood Silver Grass had been deliberately, meticulously spread by that youth, Zhang Tian.
"Their purpose," Tang Chen concluded, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as the sheer, continental scale of the threat dawned on him, "might be to spread an active, living intelligence network across the entirety of the Douluo Continent. That Zhang Tian is probably gathering information from everywhere!"
This terrifying thought caused the Limit Douluo to visibly tense. A general could fight an army, but how could one fight the very grass beneath their feet? He shared his grim findings with Tang Hao and Tang San, both of whom were entirely shocked into silence.
Tang Hao was vastly more shocked than the others, his mind racing down a different, far more personal and agonizing path.
He knew the deep, esoteric lore of the plant kingdom. Making the ordinary, fragile Blood Silver Grass rapidly develop widespread sentience—which was an incredibly difficult, almost impossible feat for mundane plants to achieve—was something that only a true sovereign of the species could accomplish. It was a feat only his beloved wife, who was the true Blue Silver Emperor, could effortlessly do for her subjects.
A horrifying, sickening epiphany struck Tang Hao like a physical blow to the chest.
This made Tang Hao wonder, his heart pounding frantically, if his wife's tragic, mysterious disappearance from that hidden cave where he had carefully planted her seed behind the waterfall all those years ago had something direct to do with this Zhang Tian.
'If Zhang Tian controls the grass, and he possesses a plant spirit of imperial quality...' Tang Hao reasoned, his hands shaking with rising fury. 'This meant it wasn't the Spirit Hall who had sent assassins to steal her remains as I had agonized over! It was Zhang Tian! He stole her seed nearly seven or eight years ago to fuel his own monstrous rise to power!'
"He took her," Tang Hao breathed, his voice a ragged, broken sound. "That bastard took Ah Yin."
The shocking, agonizing words once again caused Tang Chen and even Tang San to freeze, their shock rapidly transmuting into a deep, volatile anger.
Especially Tang San, whose purple eyes widened as the horrific reality settled in. He now realized that not just his beloved Xiao Wu, but even his own mother, Ah Yin, whose gentle presence he had only known through stories, was currently, helplessly in the cruel, calculating hands of that monster, Zhang Tian.
"I will kill him," Tang San hissed, the white mist of the Death God Domain violently erupting around him, freezing the surrounding trees. "I will tear him apart piece by piece!"
Tang Hao let out a roar of pure anguish, summoning his massive hammer, ready to smash the very earth itself in his blind rage.
"Silence! Control yourselves!" Tang Chen barked, his voice ringing with the absolute authority of the family patriarch. He stepped between the two enraged men, his own aura flaring to forcefully suppress their destructive outbursts.
Tang Chen's tactical mind quickly calmed down, evaluating the board with cold precision. Panic and blind rage would only lead them into a trap set by an enemy who watched their every move.
"We will deal with this, Hao'er. Xiao San, hear me," Tang Chen told them, his tone firm and uncompromising. "We will march north. We will save your mother, and we will retrieve that girl. But we cannot charge blindly into a fortress built by a man who controls the very ground we walk on."
Tang Chen pointed a finger at the crushed, crimson grass at his boots.
"For now, we have a critical, immediate objective," Tang Chen ordered, his eyes sweeping the forest. "We must completely clear away this invasive Blood Silver Grass from all over the borders and territories of the Star Luo Empire. We must blind him. Because if we do not, all our troop movements, all our supply lines, and all our strategic information would be instantly known by the enemy long before we even make our first move."
The three men stood in the quiet forest, surrounded by an invisible, listening enemy. The war had not officially begun with the clash of armies, but with the silent discovery of a green conspiracy. They turned their faces south, resolved to uproot the rot before they marched to claim their vengeance.
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