The resounding cracks of sundered seals still reverberated through the air, akin to thunder from a distant realm. For the first time in two millennia, a brilliant, genuine spirit light finally pierced the gloom of the subterranean gaol.
Tian Ming stood tall where his arcane-bound cage once held him. His raiment, once muted by long confinement, now gleamed with a silver-blue radiance, much like a Grand Immortal's very essence. His youthful eyes blazed like twin fiery comets—ancient and steeped in profound sagacity.
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Around him, the pervasive quiet shattered as exclamations of surprise and unbridled joy surged forth.
"Senior Tian Ming is unchained!"
"Are we… truly unbound? Genuinely free?!"
