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What Ye Yang did not know was that while he was repeatedly condensing the Flower of the Great Tao, in a distant space, an old man with his eyes closed had a slight smile on his lips.

The old man's long hair hung down to the ground as he sat cross-legged. His old face was like bark, filled with wrinkles.

What shocked people was that although those wrinkles seemed like wrinkles