Chapter 158 ·Demon Realm, Descent of the Demon Ancestor’s Incarnation!

Within ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍the Supreme Creation Lesser Luo Grotto Heaven, Mount Buzhou.

The ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍ten-day Dao lecture had concluded, and everyone gradually dispersed.

Upon ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the mountain path, the crowd flowed downward like a river.

Inside ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Longevity Hall.

Gu ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Yan’s figure appeared out of thin air and landed beside the window.

He ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍watched the crowd atop Mount Buzhou gradually disappear into the distance, his expression calm.

Speaking of which, during these ten days of preaching the Dao, most of what he taught were actually common cultivation fundamentals.

From the Qi Refining Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm, from Transformation Spirit to Tribulation Crossing.

The key points, essentials, and matters requiring attention for every realm.

Any random Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivator could explain these things to some extent.

But that still depended on who was teaching.

To use an analogy—

Given the same recipe, when cooked by an ordinary mortal chef, it was merely common food capable of filling the stomach.

But if an ancient God of Cuisine personally prepared it, then it would become dragon liver and phoenix marrow, increasing cultivation and extending lifespan upon consumption.

The same fist technique, when demonstrated by a martial arts instructor, was merely a routine for strengthening the body.

But if performed by a grandmaster of martial arts, it became a supreme technique capable of splitting stone tablets and taking lives.

That was the difference.

What realm was Gu Yan currently at?

True Immortal Eighth Layer.

At his level, even a casual sentence carried his comprehension of Dao techniques.

Every word and every sentence was infused with the power of his own immortal essence, seeping into the listener’s consciousness like spring rain nourishing all things.

Those so-called common fundamentals, once spoken through his mouth, were no longer simple knowledge.

They became Dao.

They became his understanding of this path, his comprehension of heaven and earth, his verification of cultivation.

That was the difference.

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Demon Realm.

In the deepest part of the Southern Region, within a land surrounded by mountain ranges.

The terrain here was dangerous and sinister, with mountains like blades and axes piercing directly into the clouds.

Throughout the year, gray-black mist shrouded the mountains, carrying a pungent, bloody stench.

If a mortal of this world inhaled even a single breath, they would immediately bleed from all seven orifices and die.

Even ordinary demon cultivators did not dare remain here long without protection.

Amidst the mountain ranges was a flat valley.

At the center of the valley stood an enormous altar.

The altar was octagonal, entirely constructed from massive black stones, every single one carved with twisted formation patterns.

Those formation patterns glowed faintly, emitting a bizarre and chilling aura.

Around the altar stood dozens of figures.

All of them were demons.

The leader was tall and imposing, possessing six eyes. His aura was deep and immeasurable, demonic qi surging around him. He was unmistakably an ancestor at the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Behind him stood seven or eight figures with slightly weaker auras, all at the Great Ascension Realm.

Further outside stood dozens of Void Refinement Realm demon guards surrounding the altar tightly.

At the center of the altar—

A demon girl knelt upon the ground.

Her figure was slender, covered in silver-white fur, with long pointed ears.

Yet at this moment, her appearance could hardly be called beautiful.

Thick vines had grown out from the cracks in the altar stones, tightly binding her body.

Those vines were covered in sharp barbs that pierced deeply into her flesh.

Large portions of her silver-white fur had already been dyed crimson with blood, clumping together against her body.

The girl lowered her head, making her expression impossible to see.

Only the occasional trembling of her body indicated that she was still alive.

At the edge of the altar, the six-eyed demon ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the girl without the slightest trace of pity in his eyes.

“The time is about right,” he said indifferently.

A Great Ascension Realm demon behind him stepped forward half a pace and bowed.

“Ancestor, are we truly going to use her? This girl is at least at Void Refinement Realm cultivation. If properly nurtured, she may eventually achieve Great Ascension.”

The six-eyed ancestor glanced at him coldly.

“Nurture her? Can I afford to wait?”

The Great Ascension Realm demon shivered and no longer dared speak.

The six-eyed ancestor withdrew his gaze and looked toward the girl at the center of the altar.

“To be chosen as a sacrifice is the glory of her bloodline.”

“Her father died in battle against the human race, and her mother wasted away in grief. Had the clan not taken her in, she would have died long ago.”

“Now, she is merely repaying what she owed the clan.”

The Great Ascension Realm demon fell silent.

The other demons likewise remained expressionless, without the slightest trace of sympathy.

This was the Demon Realm.

The strong devouring the weak was the natural order.

The six-eyed ancestor said no more and waved his hand.

Buzz!

The formation patterns upon the black altar stones suddenly blazed brilliantly.

Crimson light shot into the sky, bathing the entire valley in blood-red radiance.

The girl’s body trembled violently as a weak groan escaped her lips.

The barbs upon the vines pierced even deeper into her flesh.

Blood flowed down the vines and seeped into the cracks of the altar stones.

The six-eyed ancestor looked toward the sky while chanting ancient demonic language.

Every syllable was as heavy as a mountain, causing the surrounding peaks to tremble faintly.

“With blood as the guide, with life as the sacrifice.”

“We connect to the upper world and respectfully invite the ancestor to descend!”

Boom!

A pillar of blood-colored light erupted from the altar and pierced into the heavens.

Above the sky, the clouds churned violently before gradually splitting open into a crack.

Beyond the crack, a vast world could vaguely be seen.

The Immortal Realm.

The crack existed for only a brief moment before slowly closing.

But that moment was enough.

Above the altar, a mass of blood-colored mist appeared out of nowhere and gradually condensed.

The mist transformed into a blurry figure.

The aura of that figure was so powerful that merely a trace of pressure descending caused all the demons present to tremble inwardly.

The Great Ascension Realm demons all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

Even the six-eyed ancestor bowed slightly with respectful expression.

“Descendants respectfully welcome the ancestor’s descent,” he said solemnly.

The figure gradually solidified.

It was a middle-aged demon man with twin horns growing from his head. His face was sinister, and his eyes were dark gold in color.

He lowered his head and swept his gaze across below before landing on the six-eyed ancestor and nodding slightly.

“You’ve done well.”

The six-eyed ancestor respectfully replied, “To serve the ancestor is the blessing of your descendants.”

The Golden Immortal Realm demon incarnation smiled faintly without saying much.

Naturally, he knew these descendants had gone through great trouble to summon him not because of any blessing.

They merely coveted him as a backing.

But that was fine.

Each side simply took what they needed.

In truth, he already possessed methods to return his incarnation to the Demon Realm.

With his Golden Immortal Realm cultivation, tearing apart the barriers between worlds and projecting a strand of incarnation downward was not impossible.

But doing so required a price.

And he did not wish to pay that price himself.

Since descendants were willing to bear it for him, that was naturally ideal.

As for the girl upon the altar—

Her bloodline was fairly pure, barely qualifying.

But that did not matter. He only needed a temporary vessel and could slowly replace it later.

“This descent of mine will remain in the Demon Realm for some time.”

“You may present all the intelligence gathered over these years one by one.”

The six-eyed ancestor stepped forward half a pace and bowed slightly before beginning his report:

“Ancestor, recently there has indeed been some movement throughout the Demon Realm.”

“Over in the Eastern Region, Demon Lord Scarlet Flame and that old monster Blackwater fought several battles, burning three thousand li of Crimson Flame Valley into white wasteland. Both suffered damaged vitality and are currently in seclusion, temporarily quieting down.”

“Three months ago, the Ice Soul Demon Palace of the Northern Region opened an ancient ruin. Of the thirteen who entered, only five returned. It is said they obtained some ancient demonic artifacts of exceptional quality.”

“As for our Southern Region…”

He paused, frowning slightly.

“In our Southern Region, a human brat has recently appeared, slaughtering our Southern Region demon tribes everywhere.”

“He calls himself Feng Jiuge. Though young, with bone age appearing only a little over a hundred years, his movement technique is extremely bizarre.”

“And even more hateful are the magic treasures on his body…”

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