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The human race originated from the Wu tribe, and the Wu tribe was destroyed in a starry battle. The leader of the Wu tribe, the Witch God, died in the starry sky. Without the protection of the Witch God, the members of the Witch Clan scattered across the starry sky were like losing the heaven and earth and the pillars of support in the middle. From now on, they could only call themselves human beings.

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My name is Xia Yubing and this is my story. I remember how I was when I first came to this world, and how lonely I was during those long years. I remember the green that blows in every spring, and the fruitful autumn and then the dead silence of winter. I remember the first boy I met. I remember that he went far away and died in a strange place. During the trip, I was advised by a friend to remember every passing person in my life. I watched the storm come suddenly, watched the hero never return, watched the spring breeze rise again, but died in the middle. This life is like a post, and I lie about the world. My name is Xia Yubing and this is my story. But I don't want to just write my story. I have been with them all the way, and they have moved me countless times. In this ruthless world of cultivating immortals, everyone should leave their names behind.

Two times, three times, four times or five times. Waiting is failure, and there is only regret. That day, the young man looked at the blurred sky and said, "Ah, are they tears?"