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... create his own universe.

Gu Yi didn't know yet that Lu Yuan had indeed reached the level of creating the universe.

Thinking of what Lu Yuan mentioned, what he still lacks in the spiritual realm, Gu Yi fell into deep thought.

Lu Yuan didn't bother, silently admiring Master's bald head.

Gu Yiyi felt a scorching heat on his forehead, and snorted angrily: "Do you still want me to point you?"

Only then did Lu Yuan become serious again.

Gu Yi shook his head, t ...

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