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Hearing this, it was as if Yan Xiaobao nodded in agreement. The soul mark had not lost anything from issuing various skills, abilities, and treasures, but before leaving, he acquired certain tasks he could accomplish. Years ago, when he awoke, he knew his true self had passed on, and over time, his treasures would vanish, slowly disintegrating into nothingness. Time flowed by, with nothing exciting happening. Not even a single small creature had managed to reach this soul mark, guarding the Gate of Heaven, as the many traps and trials along the way deterred all beings until now.
As a door was forcibly opened, a deafening boom echoed in the air. Standing at the entrance was a towering figure; his energy fluctuations were so fierce and overwhelming that anyone who approached him would hastily retreat. He was clearly a Saint, and as he gazed around, his bloodshot eyes carried a stunned expression.
