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... g Mountains, starting from the western desert and ending in the central part of Nanzhou, span tens of thousands of miles, with high mountains and deep forests, shrouded in clouds and mists, poisonous insects and beasts infested, and extremely precious exotic flowers and plants grow in places with abundant aura, attracting people from all walks of life. Many cultivators.

The first immortal cultivators reported to the group here to keep warm, which was the prototype of the sect. There are a ...

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