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Three figures stood atop a mountain adorned with cliffside springs, waterfalls, and a churning sea of clouds.
A Buddhist monk, a Daoist, and a woman.
A snow-white jade disc hovered in the air, reflecting everything that happened at the Immortal Peach Assembly. All three figures watched with rapt attention. No one said anything, but their expressions were increasingly grave. In the end, there was no hiding their astonishment, disbelief, confusion, and uncertainty.
All was silent save for the mountain gales whooshing past and rustling their clothing.
“The heretic turned the situation around at a crucial juncture with that mysterious Dao Sword,” said the monk, the first to break the silence.
He was thin, with steely features, coppery skin, and taupe monk’s robes.
This was none other than the Dinpankara Buddha’s Temple Guardian Arhat, Jia Yun!
“I suspect that sword is the same one the Swordmaster of Spiritual Desolation used, his mightiest divine weapon, the one even the gods proclaimed taboo. To this day, none know its name,” said the Daoist, his brow tightly furrowed.
He was tall and thin, with youthful, elegant features. His robes were neat and...
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