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In the hall in the group of immortal tombs, the long silence exaggerated the indescribable awkward atmosphere. Only the white mist that constantly churned under the feet created a bit of liveliness in the place.

The Union of Ten Thousand Immortals headed by Daoist He Tu and the ancient immortals headed by Xuan Mo walked on two distinct rows. The two sides ignored each other, not having any eye contact. However, they all cautiously restrained their primordial spirit and magical power, not letting them out even a little bit, as if they were extremely reserved young girls or women persecuted by an extremely religious sect.

Wang Lu highly suspected that if the road could be extended indefinitely, these people might really go all the way to the end of their lives. And at the moment they die, they would still not turn their heads. If he could capture the scene where the two groups silently marched into death with a video spell, he could sell the video using the political theme wi