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Slowly, the man in front of Yan Xiaobao became transparent, leaving behind only his sorrowful smile. Yan Xiaobao's senses were overwhelmed by a lifetime of emotions and experiences. He lived on a farm, alone in an unknown place. As he grew up, he played by himself, feeling nature endlessly impose itself on his senses. When he became a man, he was forged by the surrounding nature, his temperament as tranquil as the fields he toiled in all his life. Becoming a cultivator came naturally, as his body gradually fused with the elements around him. His body absorbed the essence of heaven and earth effortlessly before being deeply refined into strength.
