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The fragments of the magic treasure sparkled as they gathered to form a river. Chu Yan inhaled it all in one breath.
Even if it was just a fragment, it was still a treasure that could forge a Spirit Treasure.
Sharp, heavy, poisonous, or violent.
It was impossible for an ordinary cultivator's body to withstand so many fluctuations.
In other words, even if there were so many of them
