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... op country that supports it. Yet, they don’t realize that this country with a history of nine thousand years is merely an illusion created by a Divine Skill, and not even the citizens themselves know they don’t actually exist!

In contrast to the enormity of the Old Buddha, his palm extended to infinity, with crevices that resembled deep ravines. Even Jiang Li could not see its end. A golden “0m” character descended upon him, enveloping him.

The first move of Buddha Land in the Pa ...

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