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The roots of the Blood Spring Tree continued to extend towards the mortal world. They were like the claws of ferocious beasts as they tightly grasped the bloodlines of disciples in the mortal world.

In the blink of an eye, it was already nearing the Spring Festival. Yan Lingyun was currently arranging the clan's celebration. This year had been full of disasters. The three sects' Martial Meeting