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... The Spirit of the Sword, Ziling, Refines Blood Qi into Blood Essence
Shen Mo took out the heavy, pitch-black greatsword.
His gaze fell upon the first layer of the seal.
As expected.
The once obscure and profound patterns had now become clear and simple.
Shen Mo's gaze was like an invisible hand, unraveling layer by layer, analyzing the pattern.
For a full two hours, he remained completely still.
His eyes moved along the seal's lines.
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