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Unfurling twelve pitch-black wings, Zhu Haomiao stood at the boundary between reality and illusion, where physical directions lost their meaning. One city was to his left and another to his right, as a magnificent and elegant Golden Holy Grail suspended before him.
In a horizon beyond mortal perception, Zhu Haomiao saw endless mists rising from the side of reality, converging into the Holy Grail and condensing into droplets of blood-red liquid.
"Truthfulness... It can actual ...
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