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... a set of coordinates through the mark, and then set off on his journey.

These coordinates led to an opportunity meticulously chosen for him by his seniors and uncles at the Great Red Sky Palace.

He intended to seize this chance, venture to this place, and then seclude himself to break into Divine Travel.

Divine Travel Realm...

Starting from this realm, the path of Martial Arts in the Federation officially diverged.

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism, fo ...

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* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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