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Meanwhile, in the heartland of Dongshen Shenzhou, having narrowly escaped death, Daoist Jieyin finally let out a sigh of relief. His initially bursting aura suddenly became deflated, and he was so weak that he could not even maintain the auspicious clouds around him.
Having left Far East Island, he encountered an ambush outside of Dongshen Shenzhou and was ultimately chased by four Quasi-Saints of the Demon Race to the heartland of Dongshen Shenzhou.
Everything that happened today was an undoubted nightmare in the heart of Jieyin.
His Jinzhang Six-foot Golden Body was broken, the merit of Buddhism completely burned away, his very Cultivation Level was nearly lost, and even now that he had survived, he had no idea how long it would take to recover his injuries without heaven and earth treasures.
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist, for the grace of saving my life."
Jieyin deeply bowed to Empress Nuwa.
In reality, facing Nuwa, Jieyin's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
