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... y to count his harvest.

When he first pinched the Dao Seal, he saw that the spiritual light in front of him gathered, and in an instant it condensed into a page of mysterious gold medals.

This golden badge is self-generated, shimmering, and spiritual. It is like the root of creation, the root of gods, and the source of heaven and earth.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see a congenital deity sitting in the veil of seven treasures.

"This thing is the Spirit Treasur ...

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