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... ntly feeling like he entered a new space. It seemed to be a grand hall, occupying a vast area of at least tens of thousands of square feet. The pillars in front of him were very unique, resembling the bones of some kind of mythical creature.

"My spiritual power."

"I’ve lost my spiritual power."

"My dantian has solidified."

However, the people who came in afterwards exclaimed in surprise. Lin Jiang was shocked too, as he had also lost his spiritual power. Moreover, ...

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