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Deep within the firmament of the Cave of Obsession, two figures were having a highly unusual standoff.
The first was a stalwart figure bathed in tribulation light. His features were aged, and his face was covered in wrinkles.
He sat in midair and raised a stony, withered hand, holding a pearl aloft in his palm. It was like the eye of a devil, emanating a strange, unsettling, calamitous power.
He held his left hand in front of him like a mountain, blocking a black punishment ruler.
The owner of the black ruler was a monk in worn-out robes. His skin was dark, and his features were steely, with eyes like swords. He was tall and powerfully built, and he gripped the black ruler as if to strike someone.
His left sleeve was empty; he was missing his left arm.
The monk stood firm, his dark skin emanating wisps of Buddhist flame, like flecks of gold or resplendent flames. His whole body emanated an unshakable, majestic aura.
The majestic old man was seated cross-legged, and the mountainous monk was like a golden vajra.
The two of them looked as if they were locked in combat, yet they were as still as clay statues,...
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