Living in a hazy state, without thoughts or perceptions, there will be no pain. But once you see the higher world, you can never go back to your dark but warm home.
Wandering like a seabird, swept to the bottom of the sea by the waves and flying back into the air. Repeatedly, this is a journey with no guide and no end.
I can keep failing until I win. I could keep sailing until I arrive.
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A swordsman who doesn't know how to use swords, a cultivator who doesn't want to become an immortal - the story of Chen Wuyou.
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