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... ment still buzzed with low murmurs. Dust drifted in the air like slow-moving fireflies. Cracked stone pillars jutted out at odd angles. Floating platforms glided lazily above the heads of hundreds of cultivators.
All sects. All clans. All rogue groups. Everyone.
Every soul inside the secret realm had been forced into this colossal arena.
The atmosphere was thick— suffocating— quiet in a way that made the heartbeat sound too loud.
Sanatan Flame Sect stood together ...
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