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A withered calabash vine appeared in Haotian's hand. There was no life on the calabash vine, and even the black gourd hanging at the end of the calabash had shrunk to the limit without the slightest fluctuation of energy.

"Let me help you! Let you regain a new life! " Haotian raised his hand and pointed to the sky. A vast power of time instantly descended, enveloping the calabash vine within