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Outside the Fengli Sect's planet, a Heavenly Immortal Realm elder escorted an immortal vessel speeding toward the ancient battlefield. Aboard it were Long Aotian and more than ten severely wounded True Immortals.
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Rear courtyard of Earth's cultivators, Xinghai City.
Mu Wanxuan stood quietly on the pond itself. Faint ripples spread across its surface as a golden Buddhist seal slowly rotated underwater.
Those who were not in seclusion had also gathered inside the pavilion.
The Buddhist swastika seal spun for a while, bathing Mu Wanxuan's face in a golden glow.
She had been standing there from morning until afternoon, then suddenly opened her eyes. A trace of light flashed through her bright pupils.
Huai Jing hurriedly asked, "Did you sense a specific location?"
"Vaguely."
Huai Jing slapped his forehead and sucked in a sharp breath. "Hiiiiiss. You really can sense it."
Fei Lianzi and Fan Tuantuan could not help but roll their eyes.
Fan Tuantuan muttered, "Didn't you set up that formation yourself, Mr. Arhat? Why aren't you aware of exactly how effective it is?"
Huai Jing smiled. "Amitabha. Like Fei Yu, I have always been positioned as a close-combat fighter. I preach reason with my fists and deliver facts with my palms. I rarely handle support work.
"Moreover, methods that expand the range of one's senses like this are really just a small way for...
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