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Under the judgment seat... A long white dress flashed past, and she stretched out her hands to try to catch the last ray of soul of her little apprentice, but the soul was extremely weak, lingering between her eyebrows for a moment before disappearing, as if to comfort her not to be sad for her departure. "Are you satisfied with this result?" "Control your emotions, damn it, the Lord of all things doesn't need emotions." Her eyes were bloodshot, she stopped questioning, summoned the fan to cut her finger, and said hoarsely. "Throughout the past and present, thousands of souls have obeyed orders and offered my blood as a sacrifice, my cultivation as a memorial, in exchange for your rebirth!" "Ancient secret technique! Ah Sui can't do it!" She smiled desolately, holding the hosta given by her little apprentice in her hand and pouring it into the dark red formation...