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... ound the Precious Canopy suddenly became overwhelmingly magnificent.

Green-tiled roofs overlapped like fish scales, jade steps gleamed flawlessly. Pavilions condensed auspicious mists, and towers stretched across with radiant clouds. Around the Precious Canopy, a hundred deities stood guard, and countless immortals lined up in order. Immortal sages stood tall like cranes, and Daoist masters appeared pure as ice.

The illusions that surged forth abruptly formed into a talisman.

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