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... so wanted to see how talented this generation of paragons was.


Although the invasion of the Evil Spirit race was an era of chaos and disaster, it was also a golden age!


Many exceptional prodigies would appear in this era.


They were born to fight against the calamity and protect the world. They could be said to be protected by the Heavenly Dao itself.


Regardless of whether it was in terms of strength or talent, these paragons far surpassed t ...

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