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... to enter into Huandan with one’s own ability, it would mean that said person had his own unique understanding of the way of heaven and earth. One could then innovate based on the current martial exercises of one’s celestial school, bringing more experience to their juniors.

Those with talent and great potential could even come up a different Dao path and could create a new Dao rhyme formula based on the existing foundation.

After all, there was no one best Dao rhyme formula, but ...

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