A giant sword piercing the heavens stood straight into the clouds, as if trying to tear the firmament apart. The sword body radiated an archaic and powerful aura, one that carried the long river of time, bearing countless legendary forging mysteries. Sunlight spilled across the sword body, refracting multicolored, dreamlike rays of light, as though guiding everyone to step into this mysterious realm.
Surrounding the giant sword was a magnificent city. The towering city walls reached into the clouds, cast from a special dark iron, with runes flashing upon them as if recounting the ancient secrets of metallurgy. Those runes seemed to have a life of their own, leaping and flickering as though whispering the history of the Holy Land to the onlookers. Watchtowers were distributed unevenly along the ramparts; the guards stood straight as pine trees, their gazes sharp as torches, scanning their surroundings with vigilance as if guarding the peace and mystery of the Holy Land.
Stepping into the territory of the Holy Land, the streets were bustling and noisy. Paved with black flagstones that were smooth as mirrors, the streets reflected the figures of pedestrians, seeming to mirror their inner expectations and desires. On both sides of the street, shops were dazzling, dotted like stars. In the ore shops, rare ores emitted bizarre glows inside treasure boxes—some as blazing as raging flames, others as deep as nether blue, as if life were pulsing within them. In the weapon workshops, …
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