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Countless pieces of information tumbled through the mind.
Within his mind, Sword Intent crisscrossed, slaughtering Wan Dao, or perhaps... causing Wan Dao to be forgotten.
Qi Yuan stepped across the Black Sea and arrived at the Source Origin.
At this moment, on the shore of the Black Sea, a dark mass teemed.
Nearly ten thousand Martial Lords stood, as if they had long known Qi Yuan would come.
"Greetings, Heavenly Venerable!"
These Martial Lords bowed respectfully, their expressions full of reverence.
Qi Yuan saw this scene and remained calm, "So, have you all had a change of heart now?"
As his words fell, Qi Yuan thought to himself.
How should these people be enlightened?
To blossom, I'm afraid they can only bloom as flowers of blood.
"Heavenly Venerable, all previous misunderstandings were mistakes," the Hei Lu Martial Lord stepped forward respectfully, "Now, Dongjun awaits you in the land of disaster.
Dongjun says he will clear up all misunderstandings for you!"