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... the Pocket World Blessed Land of the Dragon Abyss Pavilion.
In a meditation room entirely constructed of ink-colored Xuanwu Rock.
The air was almost stagnant, filled with a peculiar scent of fresh vegetation, metallic tang, and a hint of faint earthy musk.
Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged, bare-chested.
On his bronze skin, were the Molten Gold Patterns of the Ash Destruction Tribulation Body, the Vajra Sanskrit of the Immovable Ming King Skill, and the Thunder Cloud ...
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