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Actions were taken.
Endless illusions!
Qi Yuan employed this newly mastered skill.
In an instant, a profound and vast aura swept through.
Qi Yuan's thoughts were clear at that moment.
Countless whispers and murmurs rose around his ears, as if a hundred thousand monks were chanting beside him.
But these voices were too distant; he couldn't make out what they were saying.
However, a faint voice of a young boy came through clearly to his ears at that moment.
"The death toll in Red Cloud Village has been increasing lately, may the gods...please protect me!"
Qi Yuan looked up, following the direction of the voice.
Inside a humble house in Red Cloud Village, Li Xiaodan suddenly shuddered as he knelt in front of a deity's statue.
For some reason, he felt the eyes of the statue seemed to come alive, assessing him.
This sensation was eerie and sent a shiver down his spine.
"Is it an illusion, or?" Li Xiaodan cautiously watched the statue, somewhat afraid.