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Dong Tianze was baffled. He had quietly remained in his cave dwelling, yet trouble still managed to find him.
For the past two months, he had been refining his blood in his cave dwelling, hoping to advance to the Innate Realm.
Occasionally, he would respond to the Shadow Specter Sect's hall masters in the Fourth World.
They told him that the murky energy had contaminated the entire fragmented lands of Divine Fortune. The Cloud Sails of the seven major clans had also withdrawn from Divine Fortune soon after.
The newly appointed hall master had disappeared since then, and Dong Tianze assumed he was dead.
He had not left the Sinister Soul Temple for two months and was shocked to hear that someone was committing crimes using his identity.
"I know it's not you," said the gaunt Han Zhiyuan as he massaged his temples. "Someone's impersonating you. What's strange is that they possess a Divine Spirit Pagoda."
Dong Tianze was startled. "Could it be one of our people?"
"Unlikely." Han Zhiyuan shook his head. "But over the years, we've lost several Divine Spirit Pagodas. I can only say...
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