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Within the mountain valley, Xiao Yu, who was wholeheartedly cultivating, seemed to not be able to feel the passage of time at all. Time after time, he condensed lines, again and again, while being injured by the Heavenly Dao Power and recovered time and time again.

Currently, Xiao Yu had a red line of blood on the index finger of his right hand. It was as small as a hair and almost undetectable