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... emnant had various restrictions, and they prevented those of a certain cultivation and age to enter. The elder had thought of a method to get around this, which was why he was in the black magic formation.


“Begin!” the elder said in an ancient voice to the people around him.


The people around him wearing sacrificial robes obeyed and brought out ten or so young men and women. These young men and women’s auras were all quite noble and had the aura of the royal clan. They were a ...

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