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... pavilion were emitting a terrifying aura. The bolts loaded in them were actually made of colossus bones!


The cannons were actually made to defend the palace, but they had been moved to the Divination Pavilion.


The place was now a key area for the human race. In two more hours, the great array under the pavilion would be used as the foundation to deploy a peerless secret art. This would guide the radiant sun into its new orbit and complete the thousand-year plan that was the C ...

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