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Nine tolls of the bell rang out. The auspicious clouds at the horizon morphed into multifarious forms of a hundred different demons, each lifelike and with a unique demeanor. They represented the demon races that had pledged allegiance to the Dijiang Tribe.0

The hundred demon clouds shifted once more, bowing reverently toward the heavenly altar before reverting to simple white clouds. They drifted down like snowflakes or mist, scattering over the altar.0

The heavenly altar became shrouded in a hazy veil, akin to the mist at the beginning of primordial hundun chaos—indistinct, inscrutable, and profoundly mysterious.0

Music began to play. The notes of dizi flutes flowed like a river, and the melodies from guqin were ethereal like illusions. They intertwined with the harmonious rhythms of drums and se[1], creating a peaceful atmosphere. Countless humans and demons alike were immersed in the mellifluous tunes.0

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