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As time passed, the day for the opening of the Tiandao Tower finally came.

The entire Holy Spirit City seemed to be boiling, and countless figures rushed towards the Holy Spirit Academy.

A golden divine bird flutters its wings and its feathers are like sword feathers. It is the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

A galaxy of stars falls from the sky, and Ye Xingyun steps over, with a sure-to-win confidence in his eyes. He wants to get the opportunity and awaken his memory.

In front of a crowded street, there was a handsome young monk, followed by a group of people, including beautiful women and powerful geniuses.

But they were all converted by Fahai and became believers.

"Amitabha, the little monk's chance is in Tiandao Pavilion." Fa Hai smiled faintly.

At this moment, in the sky of Holy Spirit City.

A twelfth-grade white lotus flower suddenly floated from a distance, with a hazy figure in blue sitting on it, shrouded in the dazzling radiance of immortality.

The moving voice, like a warbler emerging from the valley, slowly came out.
Chapter completed!