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Auspicious clouds gathered in an instant, divine music rose in a moment, the Golden Core had already melted, and the heartbeat of the nascent spirit was like a breeze everywhere, blowing across the entire Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
"What to do, what to do, forming the Nascent Soul at this time, could anything go wrong!"
Guan Tingting was in a state of panic, and everyone in the Spirit Sword Alliance was as anxious as if engulfed in flames, with reality staging an apocalypse, and the Main God Space also undergoing the trial of war.
This trembling had lasted a month long, representing the backlash from the Endless Sea, signifying countless Spirits commanding their endless flocks, driving their boundless bodies to attack the already vast Bright Sea Area.
