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Huh, if I won't die, what's the point in striving?
The Longevity Dao Fruit misled me! (crossed out)
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"The year 1778 of the Heavenly Emperor's calendar.
Today marks the 3,000th anniversary of the Mysterious Primordial Sect's founding, and a sect celebration is being held.
Such a short history is hardly worth celebrating. Even the Supreme Elders must be in attendance. We've just spent a huge sum to select an Oiran, and the festivities will continue for half a month—what a waste of silver!"
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Noon.
The sun is blazing.
The main hall of the Mysterious Primordial Sect.
Zhou Yi is seated at the top, flanked by two Golden Core True Monarchs on each side.
Beneath them, over a thousand disciples, arranged neatly according to seniority, cultivation, and rank, bow to the Supreme Elders to the sound of the jade chime.