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... thunder.
Xie Wuchen stood above the kneeling form of Lan, his arms outstretched, robes fluttering as if caught in the breath of a storm that did not exist. His voice, dark and cold and absolute, echoed through the depths of the spiritual sea.
"From rot, the lotus blooms.
From fracture, the vessel awakens.
From the death of self—transcendence."
The words seared into the fabric of Lan’s being. They were more than chants, they were verdicts even. Every syllab ...
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