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... > True Ancestor World.
The Grey Mist Sea’s phantoms of myriad generations appeared simultaneously, layered upon layers, vast and boundless.
Capable of collapsing the heavens.
At that moment, they were only there to repress the images on the Pale Scroll.
Yet the Painting Venerable picked up the brush.
A pair of eyes, formed in an instant.
These eyes clearly carried a tranquility that could pierce through myriad generations, an aloofness detached fro ...
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