Zui Tian stepped out of the swirling vortex of the portal, his feet touching down on the smooth, polished stones of the Portal Square in Dragon City. The square was a hub of activity, teeming with immortals of all ranks and origins—cultivators, merchants, scholars, and warriors, each with their own purpose and destination. The grand …
The morning sun had barely crested the horizon, casting long shadows through the winding streets of the city. The early light brought with it a gentle warmth, softening the sharp edges of the stone buildings and illuminating the bustling activity that had already begun. Merchants opened their stalls, the smell of freshly baked bread wafted …
The cosmos was a vast, infinite expanse, a place where the rules of reality bent and twisted, where time and space intertwined in ways that defied comprehension. It was here, in the boundless void between worlds, that the Eternals first emerged—beings born from nothingness, their existence a paradox in itself. The Eternals were not created …
The shadowy figure, after bowing deeply to Zui Tian, had retreated as commanded. It moved swiftly through the city’s darkened streets, blending seamlessly with the night. The patrons of The Mortal Tavern were left in a state of stunned silence, still reeling from the encounter. For them, it was an event they would talk about …
The evening settled over the city like a velvet cloak, draping the streets and alleys in the soft glow of twilight. The marketplace, once bustling with activity, had quieted down as the last of the vendors packed away their goods. The Mortal Tavern, however, was just beginning to come alive. Its dimly lit interior buzzed …
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