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Stepping through the ruins of the end times, away from the crumbling temple. The lone figure is as imposing as a mountain, and the aura of the gods and demons rises over the desolate wilderness. Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find the temple of my soul. The stars are dim, the purple moon hangs high, where is the sound of the ghostly xiao?