Chapter 467: The Golden Eyes Open in the Stone Coffin, Qi Tian's Resurrection and the Return of the

Chapter 467: The Golden Eyes Open in the Stone Coffin, Qi Tian's Resurrection and the Return of the Great Sage

The Qitian Temple!

Within the temple, the unleashed airflow raged and intertwined relentlessly, as the calamitous power of the Two Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators was like a tornado, assaulting relentlessly!

But at this very moment, inside the temple, numerous Two Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators felt an unparalleled, immense pressure.

Their hair stood on end!

The scene was akin to a horror story, causing the powerful cultivators present to break out in a cold sweat, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The head of the Zifu Divine Sect, Zhang Wuji, let out an incredulous shout and then decisively retreated, sheathing his Yin Zuo and transforming into a ray of light, swiftly backing away.

In just two or three breaths, he had reached the entrance of the Qitian Temple!

The other Two Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators did not have as intense a reaction as Zhang Wuji. Although Qi Tian's resurrection... indeed caused a sense of horror.

After all, it was a legendary divine being!

Even the weakest divine being was far beyond the capabilities of these Two Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators, and even... the Supreme Beings would struggle to face a divine being directly!

Unable to contend with the divine being!

Thus, no one mocked Zhang Wuji's overreaction; it was a display of a living being's instinct for survival.

The atmosphere within the temple became tense, suffocating.

Not even a hint of noise could be heard.

It was as if time had frozen, except for the faint sound of air currents caused by the trembling of the treasure staff standing behind the stone coffin, making people aware that time had not truly stopped.

The coffin lid opened on its own...

The Hunyuan Ruyi Jingu Staff flew over and stood tall within...

It trembled, as if cheering and resonating!

This scene was so intense that it left people feeling as if their blood had frozen, a truly horrifying sensation.

The Chant Wen Seng, the Dajing Former Emperor, the female Guanyin, and the Wu Shen Priest from Wu Shen Mountain, four Two Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators, did not react as intensely as Zhang Wuji.

Although they were hesitant, they did not immediately turn and flee, almost escaping from the Qitian Temple.

"Is Qi Tian truly resurrected?"

"Impossible! How could Qi Tian possibly be resurrected now?!"

The Chant Wen Seng spoke solemnly.

"The Prison Lotus has not yet reached the Divine Tribulation... The Prison Lotus' fate has not yet turned, Qi Tian cannot have revived!"

The Chant Wen Seng, who came from the Western Buddhist Lands, had the support of the Hei Xumi divine camp, and thus seemed to know many secrets.

"I don't believe it!"

The Chant Wen on the monk's eyes seemed to come alive, burning with fervor.

"I don't believe it either. The gods said... that Qi Tian's resurrection would be difficult, and he might fall into a deep slumber, never to awaken..."

"After all, in the last divine tide, the Prison Lotus collapsed and was defeated. Even if the Qitian Temple was established to facilitate reincarnation, how could it be an easy task?"

The Dajing Former Emperor, Lv Wenchang, wore a golden dragon robe that fluttered in the wind. He held a large dragon flag spear, and the flag fluttered as his aura was deep and unfathomable!

A Two Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivator, in the mortal realm, was already an unparalleled overlord.

Their mental state was extraordinary, capable of facing any strange creature.

They did not easily abandon the temple, giving up on Qi Tian's remains and the Hunyuan Ruyi Jingu Staff, such an ultimate divine weapon!

"I want to see... if Qi Tian has truly revived!"

Even if he had just revived, it was impossible for him to regain his divine power. What was there to fear?

Lv Wenchang spoke with determination.

They had the backing of various camps, all with their own agendas.

Naturally, they couldn't be deterred by the sight of an opening coffin.

Buzz—

The large dragon flag spear in his hand suddenly coiled, as if piercing through the void! The golden dragon robe on his body fluttered, as if golden fate threads were cascading around him. With a step forward, he arrived before the coffin.

His eyes shone with brilliant golden light, full of vigilance, as he peered into the coffin, testing the waters.

This was a risky move, but it also offered the chance to seize the initiative.

If Qi Tian had not revived, Lv Wenchang would be closer to Qi Tian's corpse than anyone else!

On the stone coffin, there was not only Qi Tian's body...

There was also the Hunyuan Ruyi Jingu Staff, an opportunity for all!

And opportunities are seized by the brave!

The Chant Wen Seng from the Western Buddhist Lands also hesitated, unsure if he should take action.

The female Guanyin from the Purple Bamboo Grove in the South Sea took a step forward with her bare feet, hesitating.

The Wu Shen Priest from Wu Shen Mountain, on the other hand, showed no signs of movement, and even seemed to want to retreat like Zhang Wuji.

But after some hesitation, he looked towards Lv Wenchang, who was approaching Qi Tian's stone coffin.

Not just them, even Li Che gradually calmed down at this moment.

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, and a hint of surprise remained in his heart.

Qi Tian's resurrection?

Was it possible?

On Li Che's face, burned by the purple fire, leaving only the golden skull, there seemed to be a glimmer of anticipation.

Li Che even speculated in his heart if it was because he had obtained the Hunyuan Ruyi Jingu Staff.

Could it be that because he had mastered this Three-Tiered Divine Weapon, containing divine power, that it recognized him as its master?

So... the divine power within it had stimulated Qi Tian's remains?"

Li Che's mind raced with these thoughts.

This possibility was high!

In other words, the likelihood of Qi Tian's resurrection was high!

Li Che's heart stirred.

His eyes flashed.

His hand clenched tightly!

Buzz—

Li Che instantly disappeared, teleporting to Qi Tian's stone coffin. The opened gap, accompanied by the slight movement of the coffin lid, was growing wider!

Lv Wenchang, with his fate-defying power, had eyes like torches, and the golden light in his eyes was filled with a chilling aura, as if it had burst forth from the Nine Nethers!

Li Che's hand clenched, and the San Jian Eren Dao trembled. Although the Hunyuan Qi Tian Ruyi Jingu Staff had recognized him as its master.

But at this moment, it seemed unusable.

Li Che could only use the San Jian Eren Dao to confront his opponent!

The power of the divine tribulation, divine nature, and blood essence... intertwined and swirled.

It surged into the San Jian Eren Dao, unlocking the seal within the divine weapon.

Divine power erupted like a bursting dam, roaring out!

"Since you don't want to be the first to face the danger, stop him! Don't let him interfere with my investigation of Qi Tian's revival!"

Lv Wenchang strode forward, his fate-defying power surging endlessly!

His aura rippled like an ocean, and with each step, the entire divine temple trembled!

The Chant Wen Seng did not hesitate, and his monk's staff struck out, slamming into the golden bowl, causing it to shake and fly towards Li Che!

On the other side, the female Guanyin's white veil billowed like clouds, and in her hand appeared a sheep fat jade bottle!

The Wu Shen Priest from Wu Shen Mountain thought for a moment, and in his hand appeared a bone tooth, which he suddenly threw out!

At the same time, he also unlocked the seal on his divine weapon, releasing divine power!

It pressed down on Li Che with a mighty force!

Bang bang bang—

In the instant the three auras collided, Lv Wenchang had already unleashed his speed, and being so close to the stone coffin, he leaped over and arrived at its side.

The flag on his large dragon flag spear suddenly coiled, and the spearhead became like a hurricane, fiercely pointing towards the treasure staff standing in the coffin!

Clang—!!!

The spearhead collided with the treasure staff!

An intense counterforce instantly caused Lv Wenchang's entire arm, holding the spear, to crack and bleed profusely!

"I felt it... an incredible force!"

Lv Wenchang's face paled slightly.

It seemed like...

Someone had grabbed the other end of the treasure staff from within the coffin, exerting strength to counter and neutralize the unrestrained thrust of Lv Wenchang!

Lv Wenchang's face twitched, could it be... that he was truly alive?

How could a dead divine spirit suddenly come back to life like this?

Impossible!

Lv Wenchang refused to believe it!

The Dragon Banner Spear pressed against the Magic Buffing Staff, and his entire body leaned forward, staring into the gap of the coffin!

He wanted to see through the gap and confirm if the monkey's silhouette within the coffin had truly revived!

"Ah——!!!"

Lv Wenchang let out a low roar.

His entire body was enveloped in dazzling golden light, and his eyes widened to their limits.

He saw it!

He was about to see it!

...

...

Above the Inner City of Qitian.

The pitch-black color continued to surge, and behind the eerie mist, a crimson blood-red hue emerged.

In an instant, the expansion swept across, covering the entire Inner City of Qitian, as if the sky of the strange palace had turned into a sea of blood.

An extraordinary sight spanning a thousand miles! Covering the entire sky!

And above the firmament.

The supreme foundations of various powers dimmed, and the clash between the Supreme Curse Corpse King—the guardian of the temple, and the Supreme Foundation of the Temple of Qitian's founder, seemed to draw the curtain, suddenly becoming quiet.

Not a sound could be heard!

But within the Inner City of Qitian, it remained deathly silent.

Many powerful cultivators trembled, raising their heads with all their might under the supreme pressure, only able to look up.

They gazed at the sky, and in the midst of the blood-red expanse, the eerie mist was torn apart!

Lv Taibai, Lv Qiankun, and numerous other Divine Tribulation cultivators who had not yet escaped the Inner City of Qitian, raised their heads high, their pupils constricting as they watched with all their might.

In an instant, the thick eerie mist covering the Inner City of Qitian seemed to dissipate like the bursting of massive bubbles, vanishing without a trace, not a wisp remaining in the air...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Above the firmament, the supreme foundations of various powers dimmed.

Terrifying death energy and corpse energy raged and ravaged between heaven and earth.

"Roar!"

The Fang Jia Zu Xun let out a long howl, and his entire body was adorned with spinning curse seals. Countless chains seemed to extend from the Nine Nethers, wildly lashing about.

Boom—!!!

The five supreme foundations instantly dimmed, their light completely fading as they were struck by a terrifying force.

The supreme demon essence shattered and exploded!

The Buddhist beads cracked, their light fading, losing their luster.

The lotus platform was pierced, its divinity lost.

The finger bone shattered into powder, and the Dan Lu caved in, as if someone had heavily kicked it.

Everyone's gaze fixed on the firmament, and amidst the rolling tide of supreme pressure, it seemed as if time and space had come to a standstill.

After a moment of stillness, an extreme turbulence ensued!

Boom!

The five supreme foundations seemed to freeze in mid-air, and after regaining their movement, they appeared like five streams of light, shattering space. They were struck by the Fang Jia Zu Xun with an extremely terrifying force, sending them flying!

They shot towards the endless eerie mist outside the Inner City of Qitian, their silhouettes completely disappearing from sight.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Chain after chain wrapped around their bodies.

The Fang Jia Zu Xun, who had guarded the temple for thousands of years, now roared continuously.

The withered and skinny old man, with a domineering aura that didn't match his frail body, erupted with ferocity and violence!

Without a doubt...

The battle between the supreme foundations attempting to suppress the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, had come to an end!

The five supreme foundations, ultimately not being personally present, were forcefully struck away.

And after striking away the supreme foundations.

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, suddenly turned his head, and his eyes burst forth with terrifying ghostly light. Death energy and corpse energy surged like a tide, fiercely descending and impacting, causing the entire Inner City of Qitian to tremble and be swept by the onslaught.

Many people felt a sense of impending disaster, their bodies turning cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Boom!

With a single step, countless death energy and corpse energy trailed behind him like a thousand-mile-long curtain, dancing wildly.

After defeating the supreme foundations of various powers, the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses finally began his return to the Qitian Temple, ready to resolve the matters within and protect Qitian.

At the entrance of the Qitian Temple.

As the supreme clash above the Inner City of Qitian came to an end.

His expression couldn't help but change slightly.

A sense of heartache emerged as the supreme foundation's Dan Lu, which he had struck, was dented, losing its divinity and flying off into the unknown within the eerie palace.

That was the supreme foundation of the Zifu Divine Sect!

"As expected... it couldn't be stopped?"

Holding the Yin Zuo in his hand, he pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the strange temple. Thinking of the possible situation, he clenched his teeth and, without hesitation, his robe fluttering, his entire person resembling a white crane spreading its wings, swiftly soaring towards the outside of the Inner City of Qitian.

To live a long life, the first and foremost principle is to be prudent!

When faced with danger, one must learn to discern!

Don't be reckless!

Only then can you live a long life!

Boom—

The Supreme's might surged like a tidal wave, relentlessly shooting towards the eerie temple.

However, just as Zhang Wuji retreated to the inner city of Qitian, his eyes narrowed slightly.

His hair and beard were flying, and his Daoist robe was in tatters. He looked up and saw the Patriarch of Qitian Temple, who had transformed into the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, but at this moment, he was frozen in mid-air.

Originally, he was in a hurry, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, as if time had frozen, stiff in mid-air.

"Roar—!!!"

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, who was about to return to the eerie temple to protect the remains of Qitian, suddenly turned around. Chains rattled behind him, and his eyes, glowing with a faint light, stared fixedly at the sky above the inner city of Qitian!

Zhang Wuji exhaled.

"It's finally here..."

"The desire to eradicate the Infernal Lotus is indeed strong!"

When the words ended—

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses was enveloped in rolling death energy and corpse energy, roaring as he soared into the sky. The Supreme's might grew stronger and stronger, like a vast ocean!

However...

Above the inner city of Qitian, in the endless crimson sky.

Suddenly, a gigantic hand appeared, with its palm lines clearly visible, distinct and obvious.

Boom! The huge hand slapped down hard, colliding with the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses! The Guardian's body trembled violently, as if about to explode, and black blood, mixed with death energy and corpse energy, fell to the ground like black jade pearls.

The giant hand, shrouded in terror, slowly retracted, transforming into a fat-headed monk with big ears, a kind face, and a body bathed in Buddha's light!

"Amitabha, the inner city of Qitian... has finally allowed me to find its location within the eerie palace."

The fat-headed monk laughed heartily.

The monk held a string of completely dimmed Buddhist beads, which was the Supreme Foundation that the ascetic monk with cicada patterns had previously offered. The aura emanating from this fat-headed monk was also that of a Supreme!

The void tore open!

Cracks continued to intertwine and appear, and a figure emerged from within.

It was a heavenly soldier and godly general clad in dark silver armor, with a fluttering cape, holding a gathering flag of saints, its face distorted and blurred, yet exuding an extremely cold aura.

The numerous Supreme Foundations that had been struck by the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, at this moment, all returned...

And each one was accompanied by a Supreme-level powerhouse of the Three Disasters!

These Supreme powerhouses were not apparent in the mortal world, but within the eerie palace... they could unleash their power freely, unimpeded!

And the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, transformed by the Patriarch of the Fang family, had his chains wildly whipping behind him as he faced five Supreme powerhouses.

The auras of these five Supremes were clearly stronger than that of the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, for the Patriarch who had just transformed into a cursed corpse wanted to regain his peak-level combat power, but still fell short.

At the entrance.

Zhang Wuji gasped.

"It worked as expected. The so-called Supreme Foundation is not only a means to restrain the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, but also a means of positioning..."

"This is the true backup and arrangement of the major camp powerhouses!"

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"What a pity. If we could have obtained the remains of Qitian and the Magic Buffing Staff before the Supremes from the Black Sumeru, Dark Celestial Court, and Eerie Demon Palace arrived, it would have been a great achievement..."

"Now, the credit is greatly reduced..."

"But at least... it's finally coming to an end."

Zhang Wuji wasn't in a hurry to escape, but he still stood at the entrance.

"Although the inner city of Qitian is located within the eerie palace, the eerie palace is too vast and boundless, and the inner city of Qitian is situated at the junction of the inner eerie palace and the underground eerie palace... It's constantly floating and sinking, making it difficult to find."

"Therefore, this time, the opening of Qitian City has become a great opportunity to locate the inner city of Qitian!"

Zhang Wuji, with his hands behind his back, shook his head lightly.

His gaze turned to the Qitian Temple.

"It's over..."

Not a single mistake in the first issue, the first shot, the first release, the first appearance, the first 6, the first 9, the first book, the first bar, the first look!

"Even if Qitian is revived, what can be done?"

"The newly revived Qitian can't change anything, and there will be even more terrifying forces to suppress it."

"The Infernal Lotus... will be completely eradicated and destroyed in this divine tide!"

As Zhang Wuji sighed deeply—

In the sky.

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, with his body on the verge of cracking, had his hair flying, and chains whipping behind him.

Facing the five Supremes, the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses seemed to tremble slightly.

Suddenly...

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses slowly turned his head and glanced at the Qitian Temple behind him.

In his originally chaotic and disordered eyes, a clear and bright light gradually emerged.

"Teacher..."

"Disciple... I've done my best."

The next moment—

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, suddenly turned around!

His body surged with corpse energy, and in his spine, eight vortices where death energy and corpse energy converged, exploded with a boom! It was extremely similar to the explosion of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians!

After the explosion of death energy and corpse energy...

The sky above the inner city of Qitian was once again shrouded in rolling darkness!

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses charged into the clouds!

A one-on-five battle!

Just as he had sat in the inner city of Qitian for thousands of years without regret.

Today, he fought until his body was shattered and turned to ashes, without regret!

...

...

The dim orange streetlights.

In the alley, they shone gently.

The disturbance in the inner city of Qitian spread to the outer city, causing it to tremble violently.

In front of the restaurant.

The boss held a cigarette between two fingers, and the smoke curled up, twisting and turning...

Xixi sat in a chair, holding a rice ball in her hand, with rice grains on the corners of her mouth. She looked up, staring blankly at the scene that emerged from the gathering smoke.

In the scene...

It was the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, fearlessly charging into the sky to battle five powerful opponents who seemed invincible.

"Boss... will he die?"

Xixi's eyes showed a hint of sadness for some reason.

"Yes, he will die, even though he was already dead... But the death of the physical body and spirit does not represent true death. Only when one is completely erased from the world can it be called death.

The boss took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as he responded.

"Why would he do that?"

Xi Xi took a small bite of her rice ball, but despite the boss's delicious cooking, she suddenly lost her appetite.

"Because... he's a good kid."

The boss brushed off some ash, and his eyes, too, held a hint of sorrow.

"Back then, he was the illegitimate child of a noble family's patriarch. He nearly died at the hands of the legitimate heirs, but by fate, he obtained a fire-starting stick. Inside the stick slept a monkey, who taught him cultivation, how to become strong and robust, how to conduct himself, and how to stand up to authority..."

"They relied on each other and survived through hundreds of seasons."

"Later, the monkey died."

"The monkey protected him his entire life, and now, it's his turn to protect the monkey."

"That's all."

"He taught his descendants, his children, to protect the monkey as well... But he knew that those children might not follow his wishes, so he persisted in staying alive, barely surviving in this world... just for this moment of protection."

"He's not fearless of death; he's just a kid who's afraid of pain."

"When time carved its way through his body, it hurt."

"But he's just a good kid who respects his teachers and follows the right path."

The boss spoke softly.

Dog Lord let out a howl, resting his chin on his paws, and sighed softly.

The world is not easy, Dog Lord sighed.

Xi Xi couldn't help but sigh as well, though she didn't know why.

She thought of many things.

If one day, her father, who had always protected her, were to die, would she be like this Guardian Shrine Curse-Zombie King, doing her utmost to protect her father?

Would she?

Xi Xi took a big bite of her rice ball!

She would!

Xi Xi the Great definitely would!

...

...

Inside the Qitian Temple.

The inner space was vast and boundless.

In front of the stone coffin, various powerful auras clashed, as if everything had come to a standstill.

Complete silence descended, and everything froze.

The Great Emperor of the Grand Scenery, Lv Wenchang, propped his Dragon Flag Spear against the Magic Buffing Staff, stretched his neck, and saw the opened stone coffin lid...

His gaze fell inside.

However, Lv Wenchang's expression froze.

Because...

Lv Wenchang met a pair of eyes.

A pair of large, golden eyes, wide open.

Just a glance.

Lv Wenchang felt as if his will in his mind had completely detached from his physical body, shattered by a terrifying force!

"Ah—!!!"

A miserable scream, and Lv Wenchang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Holding the Dragon Flag Spear, he quickly retreated.

Thump, thump, thump.

With each step, the ground of the Qitian Temple cracked and spread like a spider web.

This heart-wrenching scream...

Terrified everyone.

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, the Female Guanyin, and the Wushan Mountain Priest, the three powerful beings who had joined forces to suppress the Underworld Emperor, were now standing with their hair standing on end!

They turned to look at the staggering Lv Wenchang.

They saw the Great Emperor of the Grand Scenery, his aura of golden light shattered, his eyes exploded, blood flowing down his face, and a huge gash across his forehead.

His Cosmic Dao Soul was disintegrating...

Hiss—

Such a pitiful sight!

They couldn't afford to be entangled with Li Che anymore.

Lv Wenchang's miserable state had explained everything! There was something wrong with the stone coffin!

Or perhaps...

The Qitian Temple Deity...

Had truly come back to life!

"Run!"

Boom—

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, who had shouted the loudest, put away his golden alms bowl and quickly fled towards the exit of the bizarre temple.

As for the Underworld Emperor, Li Che, no one paid him any attention.

Li Che clutched the Triple-Edged Double-Bladed Sword, its blade trembling incessantly.

He turned to look at the stone coffin.

"Pa—!"

A dry, hairy palm slapped the edge of the stone coffin.

Crack—

The sturdy stone coffin, made of an unknown resilient material...

Just the lid alone required Li Che to exert all his strength to move.

Yet, with a single slap, a crack appeared.

Li Che's eyes narrowed.

The aura between heaven and earth seemed to become incredibly stagnant, as if completely frozen! An unimaginable pressure, an awe-inspiring divine might...

Spread out in waves.

Thump, thump, thump—

It was the sound of a heartbeat.

Like the beating of a war drum, it resonated rhythmically, as if controlling the rhythm of all hearts...

As if they would burst along with the accelerating drumbeats.

Li Che's Incorruptible Heart Dao Guo trembled, and his Seven Orifice Heart expanded his divine power, allowing him to easily break free from the constraints.

But his eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement.

Lv Wenchang with bloodshot eyes, the Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk who had fled to the temple entrance, the Female Guanyin, and the Wushan Mountain Priest...

All were in such agony that their divine powers became chaotic.

"Run!"

Boom—!!!

The doors of the Qitian Temple suddenly closed! The terrifying roar raised a storm, sweeping away the three Two-Disaster God Calamity Realm experts.

Lv Wenchang's eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't see anything, not even his Cosmic Dao Soul, which had been shattered, leaving him unable to perceive anything...

He had lost his connection to the world!

A Two-Disaster God Calamity Realm expert, unable to sense the world—what a terrifying situation.

Suddenly...

Inside the stone coffin.

The Primordial Will Heaven-Sustaining Staff suddenly elongated, making a 'puchi' sound...

Piercing Lv Wenchang's chest.

Then, carrying Lv Wenchang's body, it slammed into the tightly closed doors of the Qitian Temple.

A dull thud.

Lv Wenchang's life force was completely severed, and he died.

Inside the stone coffin.

A skinny, emaciated monkey, its fur covering only its bones, slowly sat up, leaning against the stone coffin. Its furry arms rested on both sides, and its golden eyes, slightly dazed, first looked at Li Che.

Tilting its head.

Then, it turned to gaze at the ceiling of the bizarre temple.

"Ah..."

"Silly disciple."

(End of Chapter)

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