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A figure appeared in front of him. It stood on a boat, wielding a scythe.

"Of course. You were one of the followers of Lord Lu, who controlled the Nine Heavens and was at one point considered to be the strongest existence throughout history. However, at the end of the last era, he mysteriously disappeared. Now, you are just a Celestial Emperor." The ferryman laughed.

The Celestial Emperor looked on indifferently. "Hearing you laugh makes me want to laugh. I still reme ...

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