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... he eerie, ghostly dark chamber, the sound of ’whimpering’ never ceased.
Chen Jichuan staggered with every step, forcing himself to sit cross-legged atop the Yin Altar.
Calming his mind, regulating his breath.
His entire life—
he had achieved mastery of external strength, cultivated into Transforming Strength. His inner skills were secondary, reaching the Postnatal level. His Daoist Skills lagged further behind; there was still a long way to go to reach the Soul Em ...
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