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Unable to help himself, a praise slipped from the mouth of the handsome yet robust man seated cross-legged in the corner of the quiet room—completely unnoticed beforehand.
The multiplier for the soul augmentation plummeted, and what should have been a god-slaying, Buddha-exterminating supreme skill turned into a simple Cloud Hand. Jiutian Xuanzun felt as if the world had changed upon waking.
Anxiously wanting to understand how long he had been unconscious, the Immortal King thought of asking someone, and there was a candidate right before him.
Young but already through a breakthrough, and with a decent physique, he seemed worthy of being harnessed.