The black thread was not a physical object, but a spatial rift. In life, this resentful soul had mastered the Dao of Space. Old Ancestor Di Huo’s pupils contracted slightly, yet he remained calm. His left hand formed a seal, and an ancient syllable emerged from his mouth. “Suppress.” The crimson-gold fire lotus burst into…
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