Clang—clang—clang—
The deep, resonant, and lingering sound of a bell echoed across the horizon. The twelve Ancient Immortal Continents, detached from the mundane world, welcomed a new day amidst a ten-thousand-foot glow of morning mist, as the faint stars were gradually replaced by the rising sun.
In a rather remote corner of one of these immortal continents, golden sunlight spilled over floating peaks, rousing the various immortal birds and beasts from their slumber.
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