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An untouchable man made money every day. In order to survive, he embarked on a path he had never thought of. He first became a proton, then a puppet, and finally became King Yong. Everyone knew that he was a fake, but they all concealed it and remained silent. He is the key and the handle; He is the sword and the shield. When everything was settled, his former friend told him: Your name will not be in history. He looked at the mountains and rivers and said the words of King Yong: Success does not depend on me.

A bamboo that has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years finally attained human form. I thought that I had achieved righteousness and could escape the world, but everything seemed to have just begun. How can love, hate, and hatred be tolerated in the world of mortals? After practicing for forty thousand kalpas, how can I achieve enlightenment and ascend? Can you just be alone and carefree? Or do you want to hold up the sky and gather the earth to recreate the prehistoric times?