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Spirit Spring.
At this moment, it was the seventh day since the Spirit Spring had opened.
Numerous cultivators were sitting cross-legged, cultivating within it.
And Ye Qingchen was among them.
He was positioned above the largest Spirit Spring, his chest rhythmically rising and falling. With his every breath, the surging spiritual qi in the valley was continuously drawn, transforming into a rolling vortex, pouring in.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
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