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... Within the capital.
The once Immortal City has now turned into a silent grave.
The morning mist is like a veil, yet it carries a lingering scent of blood.
The once bustling main street, lined with towering buildings and halls, their red lacquered railings reflecting a somber glow in the morning light, now only left with scattered skeletons of the cultivators who once moved within.
The postures of the skeletons are bizarre.
Some are sitting cross-legged on ...
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