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  At this moment, the spiritual practitioners in Guigu, Moyuan, Changsheng Temple, Tianchi—everywhere in the Eternal Continent can see the rolling thunder above the sky.

  Some people were amazed, some were frightened, some were excited.

   "What happened? Is the continent about to collapse?"

   "It's God! It must be God! This is a miracle!"

   Heaven and earth surrender, deter all spirits!

  As the only descendant of Wu Jian, Yu Xiheng and his power a ...

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