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... hen volunteered himself, many of those on the side of the primal god race couldn’t bear to lose him.


Diwuhen was their Patriarch. 20,000 years ago, the primal god race had been invaded by the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign and the old Patriarch had died in battle. Afterwards, Diwuhen had been left in charge of managing all matters concerning the primal god race, becoming the new Patriarch.


He had silently held this position for 20,000 years. In the ...

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