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... s of thousands of cultivators, from the lowest disciple to the highest elder, held their collective breath.
The Great Elder, his face a mask of shock and concentration, stood between the two final refinement platforms.
On one side, Yao Ling’s cauldron emitted a sputtering, dull gold light. The pill within was formed, but its surface was marred with impurities, its aroma tinged with a faint, burnt smell.
On the other side, Liu Ruyan’s cauldron was bathed in a perfect, stab ...
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