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Dust to dust, earth to earth.
A gentle breeze brushed against Qing Mountain, while blood rain stained the dust.
Torrential spirit qi surged from the ground, and the colorful glow of dawn streamed reversely up Danxia Peak like a river.
That seven-colored, splendid light curtain, with its shimmering waves, slowly mended itself.
The gaping hole blasted open by dozens of Foundation Establishment True Cultivators had, within moments, completely vanished under the gaze of thousands.
The seven-colored light curtain once again enveloped Danxia, reaching the heavens, unyieldingly impenetrable!
And that phrase, "Within the Seven-colored Danxia, only I, Min Longyu, remain invincible," still echoed in the ears, thundering in the heart.
An eerie atmosphere had been spreading ever since the Seven-colored Cultivator appeared and instantly killed several people.
After that Daoist casually slaughtered ten Foundation Establishment True Cultivators,
this atmosphere spread to its extreme.
