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... along a narrow corridor, the ground beneath him made of unknown material, silent underfoot. Only the gray mist around him flowed gently with his movement, as if guiding the direction.
After advancing about several hundred meters, the gray fog suddenly dispersed, revealing a grand and ancient door ahead—its panels carved with intricate mythological patterns, including Western deities and Eastern immortals and Buddhas, the dark golden sheen flowing between the patterns, exuding a sense of ...
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