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A rumbling sound filled the air, as though something terrifying was brewing.

“The power of this tribulation lightning shouldn’t be weak,” Gu Changsheng remarked, unsurprised.

When cultivators forge treasures, especially Dao artifacts, the heavens take notice, sending down lightning to temper them.

What’s a Dao artifact?

It condenses the charm of the Dao and engraves the ultimate truths of the universe.

At that moment, an ancient and enigmatic heav ...

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