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On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,"Signs of a great tribulation are approaching! Could the annihilation of the Louguan Dao, a lineage spanning millions of years, be a harbinger of the coming calamity","This thing is a hot potato now!" Miaokong touched the beads in his arms and thought to himself.。