823 Dark Network’s No. 1 4yr

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The founding celebration reached a red-hot peak. At Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's loud declaration in the northern square, a 118-gun salute was fired into the air along the outer wall of the square.
118 was a Heavenly Dao lucky number. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had specially asked Cheat Diviner Reed to do a divination before the founding ceremony.
Cheat Diviner Reed had never been wrong. Last time, he had worked out that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was going to die, and the latter indeed was in the end killed by Evil Sword God.
If it wasn't for the Soul Suppression Ring that Wang Ling gave him, there would have been far less than bones left of him – even his soul would have been completely crushed.
Mm, so there was indeed nothing wrong with Cheat Diviner Reed's divination… It was just that it never took Wang Ling into account.
After all, this player was a Heavenly Dao white list client, a darling whom even the Heavenly Dao had to give way to. How could he be so ea