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Ling Chuan's gaze bore into Peter Parker, his face a mask of lethal intent. A wave of inconceivable shock rippled through his heart. The ancient medicinal garden! It was among the grandest troves of fortune within the quasi-Emperor ruins, the cradle of the supreme treasure of the ancient quasi-Emperor sect—the Mysterious Underworld Sacred Ground, home to the Mystic Spirit Sacred Spring.

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