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I have a three-foot sword, and the cold edge is unsheathed, and I dare to ask about injustices in the world; I have a pen, with thick ink penetrating into my bones, I can write the story of the Spring and Autumn Equinox!

When the bloodline is awakened, holding the Dunjia in hand, you can walk among the myths of the world: Chinese martial arts, zombies, monsters, swordsmen... You can bow when the storm rises, and you can turn into a dragon when the storm rises!