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In the hall in the group of immortal tombs, the long silence exaggerated the indescribable awkward atmosphere. Only the white mist that constantly churned under the feet created a bit of liveliness in the place.
The Union of Ten Thousand Immortals headed by Daoist He Tu and the ancient immortals headed by Xuan Mo walked on two distinct rows. The two sides ignored each other, not having any eye contact. However, they all cautiously restrained their primordial spirit and magical power, not letting them out even a little bit, as if they were extremely reserved young girls or women persecuted by an extremely religious sect.
