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... Upper Realm.

His martial path conviction was so strong that he could not possibly be confined by the Yuan Central Continent.

However, before he left, he still left his legacy in this small world he had created, hoping that one day, his descendants would come here.

...…

"This is the small world created by the Sword Immortal?" Xu Zimei inquired.

The group of five hurriedly nodded their heads.

"So what are you doing here? Seeking the legacy left by s ...

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