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But despite their differences in temperament and Dao focus, the trio moved as one well-oiled machine, forged in the crucible of shared adversity.
They scaled the temple steps without hesitation, alert for any sign of danger. Yet no traps or ambushes materialized to bar their way. It seemed almost anticlimactic, after all they had endured to reach this point.
Crossing the threshold of the temple entrance, they found themselves in a seemingly labyrinthine maze of crumbling halls and collapsing corridors.
Mystifying Dao Essence swirled through the musty air in dizzying patterns, tugging at their senses with a cloying insistence. Clearly, this was meant to confound and disorient any who made it this far, forcing them to choose their path with the utmost care, lest they become hopelessly lost in an ever-shifting tangle of stone and shadow.