A massive phantom of a zither manifested in the sky, flashing with a brilliant seven-colored divine light that illuminated the entire secret realm.
"Tzang—!"
It sounded like the voice of the Heavenly Dao ringing through the universe, shaking ancient and modern times, or perhaps a lingering, ethereal celestial sound flowing upstream against the long river of time, drifting from the distant past and echoing without end.
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