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In the higher realms, within an ancient hall where the wall's plaster had cracked and peeled.
"I already seem to see the blood-stained cosmos, countless life forms withering away." One person spoke, their voice calm as they were shrouded in the chaotic mist.
"The twilight of the Heavenly Kingdom, the eulogy of life, a path built with blood and bones, the blood moon hanging high in the sky, will open a rift in the void." Another, on a meditation cushion enshrouded in mist, was dim and eerily enchanting.
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In the Lower Realm, Three Lives Mountain.
Shi Hao had been in seclusion for two months. This day, he sensed something, his mind restless, awakening him from his Enlightenment State.
"It's been peaceful for a long time, could something happen?" he murmured to himself, standing up and looking around—at the lush green mountains brimming with vitality.