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Yang Ji's Divine Sense was powerful, and he could detect that although the force within his body was harmless, it resembled a flickering light particle, like a lighthouse in the night, transmitting information and undoubtedly exposing his location.
"Piece of cake, let me out, and I will help you remove it!" the Ragged Wooden Box cackled.
"The Red Dust Immortal, Ancestral Master of Fate, placed a mark of Dao Principles. Only a master of equal level can erase it. If my origin were not lost, I could easily wipe it away," the Immortal Elder shook his head.
"That damned Ancestral Master of Fate, playing dirty tricks in plain sight. It shouldn't be long before his people find me. It seems the most urgent task is to enhance the Wings of Time-Space first," Yang Ji cursed under his breath.
He had originally planned to hide here, cultivate in peace for five hundred years, achieve the status of a Taoist child, and then go out for a decisive kill.
