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While others practice immortality, I engage in "feudal superstition". After traveling through the realm of cultivation, I became a useless person with no spiritual roots, and my family abandoned me like a pair of worn-out shoes. They laughed at me for worshiping clay sculptures and telling stories, because I was crazy. Until-- I said "Zhuang Zhou Mengdie", the monk who had been stuck for ten years had an epiphany and a breakthrough. I wrote "Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs", and the withered elixir came back to life. I talk about "Dayu's control of the floods", the violent Tianhe changed its course docilely, and the water veins flowed by themselves. Later, the demon from outside the territory came, swallowed the world, and all laws were extinguished. All the monks knelt down and begged Heaven, but Heaven did not respond. I stood up slowly, burned incense and bathed, and unfolded a picture into the void: "Today, I will not worship Heaven or kowtow to the gods." "Please-Chinese sages and heroes return to their thrones!" In an instant, Qu Yuan came with his sword, Huo Qubing rode in the air, Li Bai sang loudly, and the phantom of the First Emperor pressed his sword... The long river of civilization surges out from the palm of my hand. Only then did they realize that what I was passing on was not a story, but a dimensionality reduction attack carried out by a lost supreme civilization on this world.

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