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Hong Yuan donned a purple-gold dragon robe, stepping virtually through the heavens, and in the blink of an eye, arrived at the small Western Desert of the Destiny Demon Realm.
In the Martial World, the Divine Continent of the Western Desert was in complete disarray, with the earth's veins chaotic, requiring even the Human Race to dedicate a branch of the Blissful Pure Land to repair and suppress it.
Coincidentally, the earth's veins in the small Western Desert of the Destiny Demon Realm were also in chaos.
If left unchecked, the consequences would be unimaginable!
And this was precisely one of the reasons Hong Yuan determined it was the handiwork of destiny.
"Let's begin."
Hong Yuan clasped his hands behind his back, white hair dancing in the wind.
As he willed it, a breeze suddenly arose.
Rustle, rustle…
