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The streets of the Divine Temple were lengthy, with lights still shining through the night. Silk and color paintings made this vibrant ancient alley even more enchanting, as people dressed neatly strolled through it with smiles on their faces.
Unaware of everything happening on another plane, they remained as peaceful as usual.
Nan Lingsha stood silently atop the Divine Temple's Star Picking Pavilion, like the most splendid star in the night sky. In front of her still lay a painting as large as a desk, its depicted scene a stark contrast to the serene moment before her eyes—within her artwork, smoke and blood formed rivers, intertwining lightning and fire into an apocalyptic vision!
Everything in the painting was slowly transforming; the scenery was being destroyed, crowds within it were brawling. Looking down at everything in the painting, Nan Lingsha's icy eyes revealed the pride of a deity.
The mortal realm was firmly within her grasp.
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