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The spiritual tide engulfs the world. Some people awaken their spiritual roots and fly into the sky to escape from the earth. I, Lin Mo, am still picking up bottles in the demolition ruins. Until I dug out a rusty bronze tripod in a scrap metal pile. It says that it can turn decay into spiritual light. Therefore, during the day, I am an ant in the eyes of extraordinary beings, and at night, I am an "ectoplasm hunter" in the ruins. I made marrow-cleansing elixirs from waste plastics, made spirit-gathering arrays from old circuit boards, and forged flying swords from scrapped cars. When the top sect used heavenly materials and earthly treasures to create the "Nascent Soul Son", I used 10,000 tons of city garbage to refine a "Chaos Divine Body". Later, aliens invaded, gods descended, and the whole world was in despair. I stood in the world's largest landfill and gently patted the bronze tripod. "It's time to eat, man. Today is enough."

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