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... there was no life. There was nothing. Only Xing Yan. He curled up in this cold, dreary, chaotic space of nothingness and endured day after day, waiting for the advent of light.
It was within this darkness that his will was born.
He didn’t remember his name, he didn’t remember whence he came, he couldn’t recall his past, and he was also unsure of his future.
He may have been a man known as Xing Yan, but now, he was ‘Xing Yan’ in name only, a shell of this person cal ...
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