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... d stepped out of the swirling spatial tunnel, they were greeted by a breathtaking sight.

A sea of people—hundreds of low-level Spirit cultivators and junior elders—were standing in neat lines, facing the massive Giant Mural Wall.

This wall, covered in ancient carvings and glowing veins of Spirit light, served as the only known entrance to the Holy Land Torel.

It seemed the three demonic sects had not given up. They were still sending in their young talents and Foundation ...

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