At the summit of the Back Lingshan of the War Palace, an elder dressed in purple robes sat cross-legged atop a blooming lotus, his temples and hair fluttering without any wind.
The lotus was multi-colored, dazzling, and brilliant, as if filled with endless destiny.
The elder's eyes were tightly closed, his entire body surrounded by colorful light that formed three layers of defense on the outside.
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