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... Ye Xuan didn’t know what reward would live up to the phrase "extremely generous."

As if understanding what Ye Xuan was thinking, the tower spirit didn’t say much more. Instead, with a wave of her hand, the space around them began to twist. The entire floor of the tower seemed to transform into a new environment—an endless expanse of distorted void.

In his field of vision, countless meteorites, celestial flames, auroras, and other phenomena streaked across the void, exuding an aur ...

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