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Where once serene skies had crowned the sect’s sprawling peaks, now the heavens bore scars of fire and thunder. Chasms split the earth in jagged lines where lightning had seared stone into glass. The training fields, where disciples once sparred in orderly rhythm, were blackened with ash. Even the ancestral statues of Feilun’s founders bore cracks, their faces lit eerily by the fading glow of residual thunder-essence.
In the heart of the devastation, Tian Shen sat cross-legged. ...
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