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... awkwardness. It is still in the feeling of Taikoo Hongmeng.

This kind of infuriating is the essence of the essence of the immortal king. It is the closest to the world. Since the formation of the world, it is the closest to the Tao. It can even be said that it is the essence of the incarnation of the Tao. The essence is more pure, and it is more mysterious than the "eternal", "empty", "the sage", "free" and "moral".

The power of Hong Yi was conveyed from the distant imperial city. ...

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