Pavilions and terraces built from grey-blue stone rose from the misty Misty Swamp like spring bamboo shoots, forming an ancient city stretching for dozens of miles.
Looking from afar, glimmers of magical treasure flickered in and out of view within the ancient city, as if it concealed peerless treasures.
That treasure light acted like a soul-summoning banner, irresistibly drawing in all the demons exploring the Misty Swamp.
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