The next morning, the Daxia Sword Sect disciples filled the plaza, every one of them in the sect's ornate robes. They stood in silence, eyes raised to the sky, hearts brimming with anticipation.
A grand platform hundreds of zhang wide hovered in midair above them. Behind the Heavenly Sword Peak, a spatial rift stretched a hundred zhang across, and within it rose endless layers of mountains, newly built pavilions, and towers dotting the peaks.
The buildings were magnificent, shrouded in mist, broken only by the soft cries of passing cranes.
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