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Huo Yingjie walked alone on the quiet path, reflecting on the years gone by.
What he had thought were trivial incidents turned out to be vividly etched in his memory.
In the blink of an eye, eleven years had passed.
How many sets of eleven years does a person have in a lifetime?
Especially from the age of eighteen to thirty, that precious youthful time, the most vibrant period of one's life.
Looking up at the sky, observing the vast expanse of stars, Huo Yingjie finally had a moment of enlightenment. He realized he was not the lofty Changling Supreme God but rather a tiny human being, as insignificant as a grain of sand in the sea.
Greatness or insignificance, both are just states of being, a mindset.
All he needed to do was to walk steadfastly forward on this road.
