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... hed in the ancient aura of myriad dragons, absorbing the primal force from the depth of the True Dragon Nest. His cultivation soared, reaching an astounding height of 35,000 years!

His immense cultivation surged through the 366 celestial meridians in his body. Gu Chen felt that his cultivation had reached the limit of the Unity realm, with no further progress possible!

Then, Gu Chen flipped his palm and took out treasures such as Dragon Blood Grass and True Dragon Fruit, beginnin ...

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