Chapter 218 – Little Nascent Soul

Chapter 218 - Little Nascent Soul

"Brother Lin, I failed to form my Nascent Soul."

"Muzhilin, I'm alright now."

Chu Chuan quickly absorbed the miasma and approached, taking his hand in a familiar gesture. Since he couldn't practice dual cultivation with Muzhilin over the past few years, Chu Chuan cherished their hand-holding moments, as the physical contact slightly alleviated his negative emotions.

"Brother Lin, let's return to the beach. In a month, I'll advance at sea."

"Alright."

...

Upon returning to the seashore, Chu Chuan divulged everything he had done to Muzhilin.

"At first, I planned to acquire crystal cores from other continents, but they're still in the midst of conflicts between zombies and humans. Their levels are only around five or six, and level ten crystal cores are too scarce."

Muzhilin gazed intently at Chu Chuan.

"I never intended to stop you. Why did you hide it from me?"

Chu Chuan's eyes wandered.

"I was afraid you'd overthink it. You're not like me. What I'm doing isn't what you want to do. For many, this path isn't a must."

"Even if all life eventually perishes, without Fang Yi and me intervening, many creatures would've lived for at least another few centuries. I could sense that you thought the same before."

Muzhilin's irises narrowed slightly.

When Fang Yi evolved into a zombie, pushing humanity to the brink, he had indeed thought about how things might have been different without him. He believed that if not for Fang Yi, humans wouldn't have struggled so much. Even if zombies eventually became the new humans, he still imagined that without their evolution, humans might not have lost.

"Brother Lin, the path I walk requires unwavering determination. You can't do it."

As Chu Chuan spoke, he realized his words were too absolute and insensitive. He softened his tone and explained further,

"I didn't mean to say you lack determination. It's just that your aspirations lie elsewhere."

Muzhilin remained silent, unable to refute Chu Chuan's words. Indeed, he didn't care whether the Earth's restrictions could be breached. His focus had always been on Chu Chuan, even when his consciousness was fading and his will at its weakest, another voice in his heart clamored:

Lock Chu Chuan up! Don't let him take risks! Don't let him seek death!

He forcefully suppressed that voice from the depths of his soul, allowing him to stand before Chu Chuan now with an unwavering composure, supporting all his actions and intentions.

"You're right," Muzhilin took a deep breath and looked intently at Chu Chuan. "I want to hear your plans for a month from now."

Chu Chuan pondered for a moment.

"I plan to advance at sea. That way, the lightning tribulation won't affect the land. The Core Formation lightning tribulation is extraordinary, so I can't guarantee anything. When the time comes, cultivators from sects and families, as well as Fang Yi, will come to assist. If anything goes wrong, they'll all have to sacrifice themselves for me."

"!!" Muzhilin's heart skipped a beat. "Sacrifice?! Do they know?"

Chu Chuan nodded.

"Our goals are aligned. Those Foundation Establishment cultivators desire to break through the restrictions more than I do. Their lifespans are almost up; they either die or risk forming their cores. But if the restrictions remain, forming their cores would lead them to the same end."

"Not only that, once the miasma is exhausted, not only they, but even the disciples of their sect behind them will inevitably meet their end. It's better to help me. If I succeed, the seal will be broken, and Earth will truly enter the era of cultivation. Their sect will also experience its golden age."

Muzhilin listened quietly to Chu Chuan's words, his expression unchanged, but inwardly, he was overwhelmed by a tempestuous wave. He had no idea so many people shared the same goal as Chu Chuan, even to the point of sacrificing their lives.

Observing Muzhilin's somewhat dazed look, Chu Chuan sat down beside him.

With the salty sea breeze in his ears, he leaned his head on Muzhilin's shoulder.

"Brother Lin, before you met me, did you have any dreams or aspirations?"

Hearing this, Muzhilin gradually regained his composure. He turned to look at Chu Chuan and pursed his lips. "Back then, I just wanted to earn enough to cover the family expenses. It was already good enough, I didn't have time for other thoughts."

"You're lying."

Chu Chuan exposed his falsehood without hesitation.

"I heard from Mu Shiqi that you used to save up for travel. She said that before the apocalypse, you and your family hadn't been to any provinces except your hometown in the south and the capital."

Muzhilin fell silent for a moment, looking at Chu Chuan with a mix of confusion and astonishment. Had this person really asked Mu Shiqi about such matters?

"Muzhilin, with the apocalypse's arrival and the destruction caused by meteorites and mutations, do you feel regret or sorrow for what has been lost?"

Muzhilin shook his head. "There is some regret, but not much in terms of remorse. Each person's experiences are limited, and I've seen and gone through so much already. Thus, I don't feel regret; instead, I'm grateful."

Meeting Chu Chuan was truly the luckiest event in Muzhilin's life, without any rival.

Their conversations continued, deepening Muzhilin's understanding of Chu Chuan's determination to break through barriers and the burden of destiny on his shoulders. There was no turning back for him now.

...

Over the following month, Muzhilin cherished every moment spent with Chu Chuan. The visions he had of what seemed to be the future grew more frequent and vivid, gradually unsettling his once-calm heart.

"Muzhilin, there's no need to keep watching me like that. Go rest for a while."

"…Alright."

...

As the dreams intensified, Muzhilin realized he couldn't just meaningless stare at Chu Chuan anymore. He began to practice array formations, forge weapons, and hone various spells. Even the ancient tree was subjected to daily lightning strikes under his guidance.

Chu Chuan was aware of everything Muzhilin had done and knew his intentions as well. He didn't make a fuss or attempt to stop him.

The two of them spent this short month in silence.

...

One early morning, dark clouds loomed overhead, and heavy rain poured down relentlessly. Along the coast where Chu Chuan resided, spiritual energy fluctuations became intensely volatile.

"Rushing waters!"

The storm battered the land, waves crashed against the rocks, and the air was thick with a boiling miasma and an unsettling aura.

"Sis, something seems off about these thunderclouds. There are so many," Mu Shiqi said, standing by the window and gazing at the layers of dark clouds in the sky. For some reason, she felt a sense of unease.

Upon hearing her, Muzhilin glanced at the clouds before turning to look at Chu Chuan, who was meditating inside the house.

The energy was too dense, as if it would explode at any moment.

As he was lost in thought, a sudden "Boom!" echoed across the horizon, a deafening thunderclap that seemed to split the sky apart.

"It's a Thunder Tribulation!!"

Chu Yi exclaimed from the corridor. He then noticed Muxue's fur standing on end in his embrace - an omen that lightning was about to strike their direction.

Muxue struggled free from his arms and instantly grew in size. She picked up Chu Yi and flew out through the corridor window.

"Ahh! Ah Xue?!"

Muxue: "We're not strong enough. If we don't run now, we'll be struck by the Thunder Tribulation!"

Chu Yi: "I'm already at the ninth level of my supernatural ability. I should...be fine, right?"

"Idiot! That's the Core Formation Thunder Tribulation! Even Golden Core cultivators would perish, let alone a mere ninth-level supernatural ability user like you! Where do you get your confidence?!"

"Then...then let's run quickly!"

Chu Yi's face paled. Not only was it due to Muxue's words, but also the overwhelming pressure he felt, as if being stared down by some colossal beast. His legs went weak, leaving him collapsing onto Muxue's back.

Inside the house, Muzhilin took a deep breath. With no time to waste, he hurriedly instructed Mu Shiqi to lead the coastal residents and guards away.

Chu Chuan was about to form his Nascent Soul.

Recalling the scene of Chu Chuan's Core Formation, Muzhilin clenched his fists, a profound sense of unease welling up in his heart.

Each time Chu Chuan advanced, he danced with death. His Core Formation at the "Southern Base" had been an earth-shattering event. If not for prior preparations and Fang Yi taking on the lightning, the entire base might have been reduced to ashes.

This time, with the thunder already so daunting even before the actual process, the Soul Formation would likely be even more terrifying and perilous.

...

"Big Brother! Second Brother is advancing!"

Xie Shuyao gazed afar towards the coastline. The surging spiritual energy waves made both her and Xie Shuyan, kilometers away, tremble in fear. It was horrifying.

Xie Shuyan's nerves were taut.

He was well aware that Chu Chuan's advancements were always fraught with danger, be it Foundation Establishment or Core Formation. Yet, he had somehow managed to survive each time. But this time, he felt a foreboding sense of peril, one that could be fatal.

"Rumble!!!"

Another thunderous boom echoed, and several coastal hills exploded, sending massive boulders crashing into the sea, creating towering tsunamis over a hundred meters high.

The cultivators and metahumans residing and guarding along the coast witnessed this scene, all of them filled with unspeakable terror. Each one felt as if a great calamity was imminent.

"Everyone, leave! Quickly, leave! Hurry! Run for your lives if you want to survive!"

Bearing the overwhelming pressure that threatened to tear her apart, Mu Shiqi threw out the teleportation array disk crafted by Muzhilin.

Instantly, a five-kilometer-radius teleportation formation activated.

"Whirring—!!" A colossal formation also sprang to life.

It was the "Origin Array," forged using "North City" and "South City" as its focal points.

When it had previously activated unintentionally, only one had been triggered. Now, with its full activation, the entire Dragon Kingdom domain shimmered in golden light. Not only that, but the "Origin Arrays" that Foundation Establishment cultivators had placed around the world before the apocalypse also activated simultaneously, shooting pillars of light skyward, piercing through the dark clouds and soaring into space.

"Aware all arrays have been activated!" a Foundation Establishment cultivator shouted.

An elderly man stroked his white beard, "This day has finally come."

"Indeed, whether we old timers live or die depends on this very moment."

Another figure stood with hands behind his back, exuding an aura as if he could devour mountains and rivers. However, compared to the Nascent Soul lightning tribulation, it was insignificant.

...

Fang Yi stood in his room, packing his belongings as if nothing was amiss. It was time for him to leave.

He looked at a fluffy rabbit toy placed on his bedside table, a gift from one of his researchers. Not from the "Southern Base," but from those researchers who had taken care of him since he was young, treating him like their own child. Fang Yi picked it up and squeezed it.

— "Fang Yi, do you hate us? Do you hate humanity on Earth? If not for us, you might have lived well in the domain. But now, you're trapped here, a test subject for human evolution. Your life shouldn't be like this."

Fang Yi tossed the rabbit toy into his storage bag, unconcerned. "What's there to hate? I've never felt that my life was bad. I'm doing just fine."

In truth, he had always cherished his first batch of researchers. They had genuinely treated him as their own child. Perhaps because they had children of their own but couldn't be with them due to their classified identities and projects, they poured all their love onto him. He had grown up surrounded by affection, even if it was a facade.

He was also deeply immersed in it.

"Rumble!!!" Bolts of lightning roared down, instantly piercing through the house where Fang Yi and the others were. Sparks flew, and flames engulfed the building.

Some of the stubborn donkeys who had initially relied on luck were now terrified, barely escaping the lightning strikes. They scattered in panic, their souls nearly fleeing their bodies.

"Ahhhh!"

"Run, quickly!!!"

...

Chu Chuan opened his eyes from his meditative state and saw Muzhilin clad in the Phoenix Armor. Crafted from the blood and bones of a phoenix, the armor would automatically manifest whenever Muzhilin was in danger.

When he gifted it to Muzhilin, he had foreseen this day. With the armor's protection, Muzhilin should be safe.

"Brother Lin, I'm going."

Muzhilin's stiff lips quivered. He had intended to smile, wishing Chu Chuan success in his Core Formation, but his muscles seemed frozen, preventing him from doing so.

Startled by the scene outside the window, he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or a dream. However, before he could respond, Chu Chuan's figure had already vanished from the room, reappearing on the sea.

The sea was in tumultuous chaos, with howling winds and monstrous waves. Chu Chuan stood firm amidst heaven and earth, appearing minuscule from a distance.

He lifted his head, gazing at the sky, then threw out a thousand Soul Pennants with a sweeping motion of his hand.

"Rumble!!" Thunder boomed like a drumroll, declaring war.

Chu Chuan swiftly executed a series of gestures.

As the "Soul Banner" revolved, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy and miasma gathered into his body. His potent aura resembled an unstoppable torrent, distorting the space around Chu Chuan.

...

The deafening explosion on the sea had already sent shockwaves across the mainland. Both cultivators and metahumans were paying close attention.

Pei Shuai and his companions were no exception.

"What a formidable lightning aura. It's even more terrifying than the thunder within the heart of the Thunder Pool," someone remarked.

"This is the Nascent Soul lightning tribulation. How fierce. Can an ordinary physical body really withstand it?"

"I doubt it."

"Why would this person choose to challenge the Nascent Soul realm? As a Golden Core cultivator, they could still live for over five hundred years."

"Yes, with such a powerful lightning tribulation, no one can survive it. This person might meet a tragic end, their body and soul destroyed."

"I don't think so. Has anyone heard the rumor? It's said that our Earth is sealed by a barrier, making cultivation difficult. Now, someone is attempting to break through this seal. We should also lend our full support."

The whispers in the crowd ceased. In the past month, this rumor had spread like wildfire, especially after Fang Yi and other Foundation Establishment cultivators from major sects started helping Chu Chuan gather crystal nuclei and forge formations, inadvertently validating the claim.

"What do we, level five or six metahumans, have to do with this matter?"

"Exactly. Level ten is our limit. Who cares about barriers and seals? They don't concern us."

"True enough."

No one was foolish enough to involve themselves in matters concerning Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators. In this apocalyptic world, simply surviving was an accomplishment. They didn't dare to entertain such grand aspirations.

...

Upon the sea.

More than half of Chu Chuan's soul banner had been shattered by lightning, sending splashes of water everywhere. The purple lightning bolts seemed to come alive as they danced through the air after piercing through the seawater.

Despite Chu Chuan's desperate efforts to resist, he still ended up battered and bruised.

"Rumble!!" Terrifying bolts of lightning relentlessly struck at Chu Chuan.

He threw out all sorts of magical artifacts and talismans, even forming a defensive formation. However, in the end, his spirit was still shaken, and his sea of consciousness ruptured.

Chu Chuan lost consciousness and fell from mid-air, landing with a loud "plop!" as a vast expanse of blood spread across the sea.

The icy cold seawater slapped against Chu Chuan's body, jolting him awake. He abruptly opened his eyes, staring at the deep blue sea that mixed with his own blood. Just as he was about to kick off to escape, a towering wave pushed him out of the water.

He emerged from the sea.

Just then, an immense bolt of lightning struck down with a thunderous "Boom!!" It instantly pierced through Chu Chuan, casting an enchantingly yet perilously purple glow across the entire ocean.

"Phew!" Chu Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the shore, Muzhilin witnessed this scene and instinctively attempted to fly over. However, a golden array suddenly materialized beneath his feet, freezing him in place. He couldn't even move, let alone fly.

"!!" Muzhilin gritted his teeth and struggled, but it was all in vain.

The ancient tree emerged at this moment.

"Little Rainforest, don't waste your energy. This is an array crafted by Chu Chuan. He anticipated that you would risk danger halfway, so he prepared this from the start."

"!" Muzhilin's eyes widened. "You're working together with him! Ancient Tree!"

"Little Rainforest, don't blame me. If I could help that boy, I would definitely lend a hand. But that's a Core Formation Lightning Tribulation we're talking about."

" Ancient Tree!"

Muzhilin's eyes bulged with rage as he summoned all his spiritual energy, brandishing the threat of Phoenix Fire. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few flickers of light.

"Fang Yi, don't worry. With so many sacrifices, there shouldn't be any problems."

On the land, the Foundation Establishment cultivators exchanged glances, their wrinkled eyes closing gently as they sighed in resignation.

"It's impossible for a mere child to break through the barriers and seals alone. It's up to us old folks once again."

"Indeed."

"Let's just hope that our incompetent disciples in the sect will cultivate diligently and bring glory to our sect in the future. Only then will our decision today not have been in vain."

...

Observing the sacrificing crowd like shooting stars, Fang Yi wondered how long Lord Chu could endure. It was already difficult for Lord Chu to advance, let alone being suppressed by the seals.

"Boom!"

An explosion sounded from Muzhilin's direction, followed by a flicker of flames.

Fang Yi saw Muzhilin break free from the array formation, his grip tightening around the "Devouring Bead." He quickened his pace towards Muzhilin.

"Muzhilin!" Seeing that Muzhilin was about to fly away, Fang Yi hastily called out to him, "It'll be useless even if you go! The Nascent Soul lightning tribulation – even an ancient tree would be instantly reduced to ashes!"

Muzhilin looked at Fang Yi with bloodshot eyes. At this moment, he didn't believe in anyone. Turning around, he was about to fly off, but Fang Yi raised his hand, and over a hundred tentacles bound him tightly.

"Zzzt—!" The Phoenix Armor instantly burned through Fang Yi's spiritual energy tentacles, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

"Muzhilin! Do you want all the efforts put in by Lord Chu to come to nothing?!"

Fang Yi shouted.

Muzhilin's entire body froze. His rationality gradually returned, and he looked out to sea. It seemed that Chu Chuan had recovered and was continuing to resist the lightning tribulation.

Fang Yi continued, "Muzhilin, this is Lord Chu's decision! If you act rashly, you'll only make all of Lord Chu's and everyone else's efforts go to waste!"

Muzhilin didn't say anything; he didn't even react. That version of himself that he had killed had come back to life, and he needed to kill it once again.

Fang Yi was right. He couldn't let Chu Chuan's efforts be destroyed in his hands.

Seeing that Muzhilin had calmed down, Fang Yi followed his gaze out to sea. After catching sight of Chu Chuan, he couldn't help but marvel at the latter's incredible resilience.

He murmured, "I really envy Big Boss Chu, and you too."

If he also had someone powerful and unwaveringly supportive of him, perhaps he would have always stood on the side of humanity. Kindness needed strength to protect it.

"He'll die..."

Muzhilin gazed at the lightning-stricken sea and Chu Chuan, his mind in a daze. He had witnessed this scene many times before.

Upon hearing these words, a glint flickered in Fang Yi's eyes. He turned to stare at Muzhilin and said almost hypnotically, "Young Master Mu, if I were to die, would you be willing to accept my spiritual energy and coexist with my soul?"

"What?"

Muzhilin's mind was muddled, causing his movements and reactions to slow down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

At sea, the final bolt of lightning struck. In an instant, the coastal mountains exploded, and the sea roared with blasts.

Chu Chuan, in his mortal body, took the hit. His entire being radiated golden light, and a beam of spirit energy shot up into the sky. Those on land seemed to hear a cracking sound, followed by a vast influx of primordial energy.

Many cultivators and ability users directly advanced several ranks in a row.

"Success?!"

Muzhilin was observing Chu Chuan's condition. Seeing him float in midair, he thought that the process had succeeded. However, just as he spoke, Chu Chuan exploded like a tiny sun with a loud "Boom!"

"Failed infant," Fang Yi uttered two words. A "failed infant" referred to a failed attempt at forming an infant, but what surprised him was that even after failing, Chu Chuan had still broken through his limitations.

Muzhilin stared wide-eyed as Chu Chuan exploded. He didn't scream or weep bitterly; instead, his legs gave out and he fell to his knees. The intense explosion drained all his vitality.

"The barrier is repairing. It seems that merely breaking through isn't enough; otherwise, it would've been breached before the apocalypse." Fang Yi stared at the sky, noticing the ruptures healing.

At the same time, he caught sight of a skeleton rapidly repairing itself in his peripheral vision. He chuckled softly.

"Bigshot Chu is truly incredible."

Muzhilin also witnessed Chu Chuan's remains reassembling, emitting the familiar green glow. His eyes lit up, and he attempted to stand, but his legs turned weak. Fortunately, Fang Yi promptly supported him from the side.

"Mr. Muzhilin, be careful. From now on, I won't be able to support you anymore. This 'Devouring Bead' belongs to the mighty Chu. Hold onto it tightly and don't lose it; it might come in handy."

Muzhilin looked at Fang Yi, but before he could discern the man's expression, Fang Yi vanished as if he had just been sacrificed, leaving only the "Devouring Bead" to fall to the ground.

"!"

...

Bloodied, Chu Chuan regained a bit of strength after devouring Fang Yi's extraterrestrial bloodline, but it was still insufficient.

He gazed at the rapidly repairing barrier, realizing that if he didn't act soon, once the seal was restored, everything would return to square one.

He glanced down at Muzhilin from afar.

Brother Lin, my attempt at forming my Core failed.

In the past, Chu Chuan might have considered another battle, willing to risk his life. But that didn't mean he was reckless with it.

On the contrary, he cherished his life dearly.

But Muzhilin had already formed his Core. If he were to retreat now and fail at forming his Nascent Soul, resulting in a regression of his cultivation, the world's strongest suppression would then fall entirely upon Muzhilin.

Muzhilin might die.

Countless thoughts flashed through Chu Chuan's mind in an instant. He was well aware that from the moment he learned of Muzhilin's Core Formation, he had no escape route left.

In this world, not even his master could surpass the value of his own life. Only Muzhilin made him willing to sacrifice himself.

Fang Yi, you've won.

With a fierce roar, Chu Chuan unleashed a full-powered strike. This palm carried the aura of an extraterrestrial bloodline, shattering the barrier completely.

A boundless flow of Primordial Energy surged in, rejuvenating the land and rivers.

In many places, Primordial Energy gathered, erupting into mist resembling a paradise on earth.

Many sects' treasured lands, weathered by time, were replenished with Primordial Energy once more.

Within the entire Dragon Nation, the once-dim Dragon Veins, nourished by the immense Primordial Energy, let out a distant, profound dragon roar.

"Chu Chuan!"

Muzhilin frantically tried to fly towards Chu Chuan, only to discover that an invisible barrier seemed to surround the latter, preventing him from getting close.

With Chu Chuan's spiritual sea shattered and his Golden Core reduced to rubble, his unfocused eyes instinctively turned towards Muzhilin before he took his last breath in a daze. He then plummeted from the sky into the ocean.

"Chu Chuan!!!" Without hesitation, Muzhilin dove into the sea, but it was pitch black underwater, and he could see nothing.

Suddenly, the "Devouring Bead" in his pocket buzzed. Before he could reach for it, the bead shot out on its own.

Instinctively, Muzhilin extended a vine, only to be surprised when the seemingly useless "Thunderstruck Wood Chain," which he had discarded in a corner and would crumble at the slightest touch, emerged and followed the "Devouring Bead" like a fish released into the sea.

"Got it! Little Rainforest! Pull now!" The ancient tree, merged with Muzhilin, could sense the chain wrapping around something.

Muzhilin hesitated. This chain had never been able to bind anything before; wouldn't it melt if he tugged on it now? But he had no other choice. With a forceful pull, there was a loud "bang," and Muzhilin felt something crash into his embrace.

With his spiritual power, he discovered it was a tiny infant, no larger than a palm.

Strangely, this child exuded an abundant spiritual energy, shimmering like a radiant, "bulingbuling" spirit treasure. Had Chu Chuan not eradicated most of the coastal sea beasts in recent years, countless level ten creatures would have undoubtedly been drawn to this sight.

"Little Rainforest! This is Chu Chuan's small primordial infant! Quick, bring him ashore!"

The ancient tree's voice roused Muzhilin, who hastily emerged from the water, cradling the infant in his palm.

The tree continued incessantly, "In ancient times, cultivators at the Primordial Infant stage were difficult to kill precisely because they could use their small primordial infants to escape, like a golden cicada shedding its shell. I never thought Chu Chuan would possess such a skill."

Muzhilin gazed at the infant entangled by the "Thunderstruck Wood Chain," his voice trembling as he asked, "Is he Chu Chuan?"

"Who else could it be? But that boy's primordial infant seems to be flawed. This little one appears to have some innate deficiencies. We'll nurture him; once his divine sense and memories recover, everything will be fine."

As the ancient tree spoke, it turned its attention to the "Thunderstruck Wood Chain," which had proven instrumental.

It seemed to comprehend why the second incarnation of the Thunderstruck Wood had taken the form of an ineffective chain.

A weapon's shape reflected its owner's inner thoughts. At that time, Little Rainforest must have already sensed something deep within his heart.

Muzhilin gazed at Chu Chuan's tiny essence soul, looking up at the clearing sky as seawater rolled down his face, indistinguishable from tears. He laughed, embracing the small essence soul with a touch of madness, yet the pent-up frustration in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Hahaha!!"

Muzhilin suddenly realized that perhaps it wasn't so bad to be among the masses, at least he would be the first to catch Chu Chuan when he fell.

In his current state, Chu Chuan was not yet lucid. He instinctively clung closely to Muzhilin's palm.

Even if he didn't remember anything, he knew that this person before him was trustworthy.

- The End -

"Author's Note"

It's finished~ There will be extras~

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