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Chapter 246: Don’t Blame Me If I Absorb Most of the Essence Blood
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... e Perfection, A Predetermined Fate
In the valley, the old flood dragon lay resting, its eyes half-closed in feigned slumber.
A cultivator clad in green robes sat cross-legged on the ground, his robes rippling as his aura surged steadily upward.
Time flowed like water.
A day passed, then two. A month, then two months...
Until one day, six months later.
In a fleeting moment, the green-robed cultivator's aura seemed to pierce through an unseen barrier ...
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