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Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years went by.
Deep within the Endless Desert of the Extreme West, an ancient, eerie, and mysterious ruin lay hidden.
"This is the place."
"According to Zhang's description, this should be the site of the Primitive Demon Gate Ruins from back in the day."
"Hurry and inform Zhang."
Dozens of martial heroes from the jianghu arrived at the site, their spirits immediately lifted.
The burly man leading them quickly issued orders and stayed in front of the ruins.
"It's said that this ruins shifts locations with the earth's veins. Every so often, it moves to a new place. Otherwise, we wouldn't have taken so long to find it."
Beside the burly man, a slightly darker-skinned man murmured.
Half a day later.
A young man in a Taoist robe appeared in front of the ruins at some unknown time.
"Zhang,"
the burly man immediately approached respectfully when he saw him.
"Greetings, Zhang."
The others all bowed.
