Xuanyuan Peak.
The Daoist sanctum, once wreathed in celestial light, paved with auspicious clouds, and possessed of spiritual energy like cascading waterfalls plunging from the nine heavens, had long since died.
The past glory had been replaced by absolute silence. The carved beams, painted rafters, and magnificent clusters of palaces stood like gigantic skeletons abandoned outside the rushing torrent of time.
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