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... ial Dharma Bearer is dead.

Upon realizing that he had been reborn in the Ancient Xian Realm, where the Immortal Dao Ten Clans ruled supreme, and the new Law yet to be born, a daring idea arose in Qiao Sidao’s mind.

He wanted to follow in the footsteps of Celestial Dharma Bearer, becoming one of the initial Dharma Transmitters!

Despite the seemingly invincible position of the Immortal Dao Ten Clans.

Qiao Sidao, who knew the future course of events well, was very cl ...

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