This vitality was filled with sorrow and loneliness, resembling a wandering traveler returning to his homeland after a long and solitary journey, silently guarding and weeping.
With no family and no friends left, all that remained were ruins and corpses.
From that endless loneliness and sorrow, a perfect dreamscape had been condensed, using these illusory green mountains, clear waters, and disciples of the Linxian Sect to keep him company.
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