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... ancient world of cultivating immortals with many myths. There are dynasties in the secular world, and there are also extraordinary people of various religions and nine streams outside the secular world.

  In the secular world, dynasties are as fickle as the king's flag on the head of the city. In the history of the Great Wilderness World, countless dynasties prospered, fell, and were finally replaced.

  Stories with a dynasty color can always be spread in the widest range.

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