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... reached the edge of the white mist.
The white mist seemed ordinary, but once Divine Sense probed into it, it was as if it was devoured, unable to send back even a shred of information.
He thought for a while before suddenly flashing to a recessed ice surface three miles away, concealing his breath and figure.
One day swiftly passed, and Zhao Sheng personally witnessed three Foundation Establishment Cultivators arriving one after another, and plunging into the white mist w ...
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