C1492 Middle Period of Martial Monarch

The training room was exceptionally spacious and lavishly decorated.

Qin Ming's gaze was riveted on the Divine Soul Bead before him, his heart thrumming with excitement.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the Divine Soul Bead took flight, hovering mid-air. Divine auras emanated from the bead, streaming towards Qin Ming, who sat cross-legged on the ground.

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