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In the world of martial arts, there are thousands of races. All races can sense all things and condense martial souls with their own souls. The stronger the soul, the more powerful the martial soul can be condensed!

"Is my life fake?" "Is there a nanobug in my throat?" "My hippocampus was operated on and my memories were tampered with?" "How is this possible? I'm just a mentally ill person taking medication!" "Just why? In this ordinary technological era, there are no super powers, no martial arts, and no fantasy world, but I discovered..." "There is a person who can incarnate into thousands of things, gather thousands of great powers into one body, control the thunder, exhale into a sword, and can trigger a giant storm with just one thought!" "There is another person who transforms into a myth, transforms into a glutton to swallow the sky and eats the earth, transforms into a candle dragon, and opens his eyes during the day and closes his eyes at night!" "There is another person who enters the Tao with martial arts, breaks the void, travels the universe, and crisscrosses the galaxies with a silver spear!" "Another person..." "Another person..." "What!? Is this person actually me?" Ye Hen looked in the mirror, looked at his weak body, and smiled bitterly: "I have to take medicine again, so how can my life be fake? Everything is just my fantasy!" In the sky above Ye Hen's house, between the white clouds, within the rainbow, and in a battleship, a black figure showed a happy smile!