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... he Third Song.
Crimson pillars, carved beams, gray tiles. Sunlight slanted in from outside the corridor, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Everything looked exactly like the First Song.
He tried moving forward, and soon after, pathways appeared ahead.
But this time, he couldn’t sense any formation fluctuations.
Ning Zhuo struggled to release his Divine Sense, but its detection range was suppressed to just around five feet.
He repeatedly tried other me ...
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