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Meditating on the events of the past fifteen years, I am full of talents and tears, and I have lost both my heart and my sword. When spring comes, I don't have any caring dreams. I confess that I am drifting away. If I don't believe that I am drifting away, please read the bedside Golden Scripture. A catastrophe suddenly struck, triggering large-scale biological mutations and strange resurgences, and the world was filled with crises. The surviving humans unite and build a shelter to avoid dangers brought by the outside world. There is a shortage of materials and a gap in knowledge. Hundreds of years have passed, and the shelter where the boy lived unexpectedly collapsed. From then on, he embarked on the road of exile. The awakening of supernatural powers, the call of mission, the broken mountains and rivers, and the ups and downs of his life experience. After all, he suffered both Xiao Xin and the name of the sword.