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1,600 Deep Red Points were instantly deducted, and at the same time, a vast expanse of memories suddenly emerged in Yi Chen's mind.
It was that familiar disc-reading segment once again.
Like glimpsing a horse passing by a gap in the wall, the memories unfolded.
Next to a thousand-foot-high waterfall, a man built a hut to reside in.
He watched the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening for countless winter and summer seasons, but alas, made hardly any progress.
Eventually, he left his seclusion with a bamboo staff and straw sandals to begin wandering the world.
He had seen a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of drifting snow, the vastness inside and outside the formidable passes, the great rivers once tumultuous, now silent.
He had also witnessed ancient volcanos suddenly erupting after years of dormancy, destroying the heavens and earth, powerful volcanic ash obscuring the sun, and all creatures wailing in despair.
