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... lthough the number of fused apertures did not increase, his strength still soared by a large margin.

"Let’s go and get my Creation True Treasure."

Lu Ming was high-spirited and full of confidence.

Once he entered the natal universe, he would be invincible under the Creator Realm.

It was a pity that those life tree branches had been completely burned and turned into dead branches in order to break through as soon as possible.

Soon, they arrived at the secon ...

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