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In the Yuandao World, the Tao Principle storm still wreaked havoc. In a corner of this mysterious realm, a towering high tower stood firm, its exterior flashing with crimson Spirit Light, fending off the destructive Tao Principle and creating a sanctuary around itself.
Before the tower, within the crimson Spirit Light, Han Yi gazed at the two ancient characters on the plaque in front of the tower.
Truth.
This was the Tower of Truth.
Han Yi looked at the Altar of Truth in his hand, and as he entered the protective range of the tower, the glow from the altar, though diminished, had a stronger sense of purpose, guiding him towards the tower.
Naturally, Han Yi didn't rashly step inside. He ignored the light from the Altar of Truth, storing it within the Immortal Spirit Realm.
