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Finally, as the last moments drew near, the Foundation Establishment incense slowly burned down to its end.

"With so much preparation, am I still destined to fail?" Yuan Ming slowly opened his eyes, murmuring with a hint of unwillingness.

As his words faded, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. At that moment, as the flame on the Foundation Establishment incense extinguished, the Yin-Yang pattern on the Stealing Heaven Cauldron suddenly lit up. The thick white mist surrounding Yuan Ming split into two streams, swirling back and entering his nostrils.