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... stery of the Spirit Refinement Technique should not be an issue. Here are the final two levels of the cultivation art.

“Once you've attained full mastery, you'll no longer have to be concerned about being driven to insanity by spiritual sense backlash, but on the flip side, you'll be robbing all of your future incarnations of their cultivation aptitude, so the decision is up to you," the Reincarnation Palace Master said, and he swept a sleeve through the air as he spoke to send a streak ...

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