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Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

There are thousands of worlds in my eyes, and the yin and yang wheel is under my feet. Create all things, go against the will of heaven, and the universe comes into being with just one thought!

A generation of celestial bodies, unnoticed by anyone, gave birth to hatred out of love, and entered the Tao due to hatred... Swallowing up the sky, swallowing up the earth, swallowing up all things, the universe, the eight wastelands, the world... This is the story of swallowing the world.