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Because of the Golden Core Engineering project, he had long been looking forward to meeting these people.

The name Golden Core Engineering didn’t seem to fit well with the pill and artifact refining techniques of the Xuanyi Realm.

But change the term slightly—and it was a different story: External Core.

He had known for a while that among the Hundred Arts of Cultivation, talismans, artifacts, pills, and formations were the four major disciplines.

This wa ...

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