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Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, exclaiming excitedly, “I understand!”

His excitement instantly caught the attention of the few people inside the Nine Prison Pagoda.

“What do you understand?”

“Did Senior Wushuang grasp the Origin Source?”

“Heh, how long has he been alive? It’s already heaven-defying that he managed to reach the peak of the Great Perfection stage. Is he planning to prove his Dao and ascend to immortality right on the spot?”

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