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... ry auction house in the Heavenly Martial Continent’s Three Thousand States had truly made a grand showing.

Just a while ago, they had auctioned off the “Ancient Body Tempering Liquid.”

This time, they were actually going to auction the “Ancient Blood Spirit Pill.”

Furthermore, many great forces had also received notification from the auction house. The Ancient Blood Spirit Pill up for auction was handed down by the Ancient Medicine God himself. Cultivators below the Yin Y ...

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