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In the Mountain God Temple, Chen Sheng sat quietly for a long time.
Dao Rhyme flowed around him like stars rushing through a galaxy, and the ancient and modern illusions intertwined in his eyes, until a certain moment when his eyes slowly opened.
At the moment his eyes opened, a ray of light burst forth, the turbulent airflow around suddenly calmed, and even time seemed to freeze for an instant.
He did not further urge Divine Thought to trace the past; firstly, as time is set, things spilled cannot be gathered again, tracing is futile, no need for haste; secondly, the source of the Golden Seal had already been damaged by his previous investigation. Though not a supreme Treasure, it is still quite mysterious, and he could not just destroy it.
"Nurture it for a few days, and trace again later."
Chen Sheng mused in his heart, his Divine Thought moved, and his gaze fell upon the trembling Mang Mountain Monarch below, his voice was calm:
