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... un's body have all entered Xu Ming's "eternal realm" - after the eternal realm breaks through to the second major realm, not only can it be refined and absorbed the heart of the universe, but everything can be refined absorb! It can directly extract the most pure energy from all things!

In an instant, all the treasures and luck of the Thousand Machines Realm were absorbed and refined by the Eternal Realm.

Xu Ming's Eternal Realm instantly became stronger!

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