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Wu Qian, who died with hatred, traveled through time and space to a world where the righteous path was destroyed, demonic cultivators were rampant, and evil cultivators were rampant. This world is wonderful! Wu Qian happily became a demon cultivator, absorbing the resentment of humans and animals to improve his cultivation. "Pap-pap-pap." The sound of whip torture. "You damn humans, you don't even have enough to eat, why don't you hurry up and work for me." "Okay, sir, I'll go right away." "I'm going to refine a human puppet today. You can sacrifice two of your people to become my human puppets." "Me, me, my lord, choose me." A group of people rushed to the front. Until one day, Wu Qian looked at the countless heroic spirits under his seat and the sacred aura exuding from them. He was startled. It's broken, I've been cultivating the devil for so many years, but the right path is still my own!

Everyone has a moment when they first enter the society. Without academic qualifications and abilities, how can you realize the dream you talk about? The road ahead is unknown, and life must go on. The rooftop of the building bears witness to sadness and unwillingness, as well as the flowers that bloom after hard work. Faced with all kinds of temptations and hardships in life, will you give in or give up, and can you stick to your heart? Let me tell you from my personal experience that the future direction is in your own hands. Even if we are all just humble dust in this world, we must try our best to reflect the only light.