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... it.

Without hesitation, I shattered my body, breaking everything I had.

Through countless attempts, I learned how to change what was inside my body to avoid breaking it entirely.

I created and discarded countless aura cultivation techniques.

I devised dozens of sword techniques before finally developing one that was barely usable.

Failure was replaced by death.

Through countless trials and errors, I forged better, sharper sword paths.

Meanw ...

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