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The valley of the ye clan and the ten cities of the star temple were covered with dead bodies.
Ye chen looked at the ye clan Valley and the celestial Temple, which were in a state of chaos. A tearing pain spread in his chest and his eyes turned red.
Ye chen still remembered the kind smile on uncle ye Wanyuan's face when he had asked him to forge the Thunderbolt seed for him. Uncle ye Wanyuan was a person who stood aloof from worldly affairs. Although he was just an ordinary blacksmith, he had deep feelings for the ye clan.
Previously, ye chen had wanted to move uncle ye Moyuan and the others to the Tian Yuan continent but uncle ye Moyuan and the others were determined not to leave. Uncle ye Moyuan laughed and said that he was old and was not suitable for long-distance travel. He was unwilling to leave Donglin County, where he had lived for so many years.