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... wisps of faint purple mist above the puddle, Xu Xiaoshou saw hope.
“Maybe I can really cultivate the Bodhi Ancient Wood?” Xu Xiaoshou thought to himself.
People always had this idea of “If others can’t, I can”.
Even though Xu Xiaoshou knew that the amount of Primordial Purple Mist needed to cultivate the Bodhi Ancient Wood was far greater than he could imagine, he could not help but insert the Bodhi Root into the small puddle.
There was no special ...
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