On the watchtower of the "City of Glory," the sentinel Foundation Establishment Cultivator rubbed his sore eyes, suddenly startled as his pupils contracted at the seven-colored light bursting open in the sky.
"Wh-What is that?!"
He staggered, steadying himself against the railing. In the bronzed mirror, the void in the direction of the mines seemed slashed open by a blade, with faint roars of ancient beasts echoing from the radiant light.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
In an instant, the bell of warning resounded throughout the entire city.
"Could it be that a secret realm has appeared?"
In the East Market, the Workshop Master of an Artifact Refining Workshop spilled the Spirit Tea in his hand, the liquid spreading like ink stains on the precious brocade carpet, evidently shocked by the scene.
"Could it be a secret realm?"
"Is it an ancient relic emerging? A heavenly treasure descending?"
"Should we go and take a look?"
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