“How many Lu Yuns is this?” an empty voice echoed in the desolate world.

“Fifty-six,” answered an equally empty voice devoid of emotion.

“But this is the strongest Lu Yun yet, he’s much stronger than the fifty-five that came before him.” A hint of hope slowly grew in the first voice.

“You said the same thing when the fifty-fifth one came. He died a grisly death in the tomb all the same and was buried in it.”

Lu Yun’s Tomb.

The tomb that buried Lu Yun.

“There is no space or time in the nothing. Perhaps the first fifty-five were all the same one,” sounded a third voice.

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