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And while Qian Shanxue was desperately resisting, Shen Qiang's thoughts were immersed in the Qi Sea at this time.
At this moment, he was like a lost traveler, experiencing the cycle of the seasons within the Qi Sea, walking through snow mountains, grasslands, traversing wastelands, witnessing birth, aging, sickness, and death. Now, he was aimlessly walking along a desolate beach, void of any living breath.
No people, no fish or shrimp, no shells, no life at all, only the icy cold seawater lapping against the jagged coast.
Apart from the emotionless sound of waves, this endless world seemed withered, silent as death.
At this time, Shen Qiang felt no fear, no loneliness, for he was enveloped in an intense hunger.
In spring, he tasted the fresh breath of new life, in summer, he savored the joyful posture of living creatures, in autumn, he felt the joy of harvest, and in winter, he felt the unyielding spirit of life.
But he was very hungry.
