Deep in the Immortal Valley, swirling clouds and mist wreathed the gurgling spirit springs, creating an ethereal landscape that seemed isolated from the rest of the world.
The Master of Xuan Valley, clad in a black robe, stood atop a sacrificial altar, gazing down at the mountains and rivers below. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, seemingly capable of piercing through layers of mist to reach every corner of the Seven States.
Yet, his brows were slightly furrowed, and a surge of blood seemed to catch in his throat.
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