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A white bolt of Lightning tore through the sky, transporting the two people onto a deserted plain.
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Clouds billowed, and after a clear sky thunderbolt, underneath the white sun, it seemed as if the thunder was just some kind of illusion.
Chen Ke only felt the scenery before his eyes was as abstract as a van Gogh painting, with a rumble, the feeling under his feet turned to mud, the wind gradually subsided, he clutched his forehead to steady himself, looked around, and found himself in the midst of a wilderness.
Surrounding him were continuous gray mountain ranges, the earth beneath his feet cracked and dry, and sparse yellow weeds swayed at both ends in the breeze. The temperature was not pleasant, it felt rather hot and dry.
This was the place.
Chen Ke glanced at his Teleportation Gate list, and a new entry appeared under the year 1888: 2137-B.
2137-B...? Chen Ke frowned.
"Is this 2137?" Chen Ke asked Thor, who was in front of him.
