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Jiang Ming opened his eyes and found that he had become a hunter. Looking around, the three realms of immortals, gods, and martial arts are mixed together, and the practice methods are vast, with hundreds of schools of thought contending. Under the water, the Immortal Society, the Zhuri Sect, the World Supervisory Platform... There are undercurrents of strife and exclusion, all striving for immortality. Jiang Ming turned around. Practicing [Archery], the understanding of hunting turns into [Tracing: the grass and trees bow their heads, and every detail is revealed. ] The concentration of drawing the bow turns into [Mirror's Heart: A clear mirror will judge the heart, and it will not be stained by dust. ]The determination to hit the target turned into... Practicing [Martial Arts], and the tenacity to set up a stake turned into... In troubled times, he shouldered his halberd and bow, and strode forward. As soon as an arrow is shot, people in the world must bow their heads if they think of me. The euphorbia swept across, and the gods lowered their eyebrows when they saw me. "Immortality is just another hunt."