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A day flew by in the blink of an eye.
The next morning, a rising sun ascended over Qianzhou Peak, its rays spreading across the land.
At this moment, a tall figure clad in brocade, holding a broadsword in hand, stood gazing at the phenomenon atop Qianzhou Peak, slightly lost in thought.
Atop the peak, golden light pierced through the clouds, and a great halberd made of condensed sunlight hung high in the sky.
And as time passed, the phenomenon grew increasingly intense.
This tall figure was, of course, none other than Yi Chen.
"Indeed, it is a sight of grandeur. There may be some truth to the rumors after all, this place could very well be where True Monarch Tianwen, who once wielded the treasures of the Dongtian, was laid to rest."
Yi Chen couldn't help but feel elated internally.
