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... palms, they folded neatly against his chest.
As if a Spiritual Cultivator unraveling a bounded domain, his aura seamlessly melded with the surrounding realm.
When the faint gleam of the azure sword flickered in his eyes, he almost seemed to transform into a translucent phantom.
Within a few miles, ethereal spirits were conjured.
They were unconscious apparitions drifting aimlessly, fragmented beast souls, or the lingering regrets and resentments of the deceased… ...
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