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... ipeng once again flipped through the "Creation Forge Art" several times.

Finally, he stared at the poem at the end of the technique, deep in thought.

"The Great Dao is inherently simple, creation is always impartial."

"When true techniques are passed down to the world, only the fated will comprehend."

...

Murmuring the verses to himself, Ye Feipeng's eyes gradually brightened.

"I see, the so-called simplicity of the Great Dao."

"This Creati ...

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