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... d dark. Cultivators from all factions in the north gathered in small camps on the shore. The major forces each occupied a corner, their auras converging and flowing down the river with an imposing momentum.

Even more northern rogue cultivators were visible further back. At a glance, the sky was full of fleeing lights, just waiting for the riverbank’s formation to break so they could flood into the south.

The rolling demonic smoke halted at the river’s edge. A bright checkpoint hu ...

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