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... ne City. Dark clouds coiled across the moon, veiling the sky in unsettling gloom.
In the shadows, masked figures slithered through alleyways like specters, their auras soaked in bloodlust.
From the top of an abandoned building, the Wailing Bell Sect gathered—hooded, silent, and brimming with murderous intent.
A haunting bell echoed faintly in the wind—one only cultivators attuned to death could hear.
Its toll was not of metal, but of howls of despair.
And ...
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