I Have A Martial Dao World -
Chapter 810: 809. The Heavenly Tribulation of One's Own People
Chapter 810: 809. The Heavenly Tribulation of One's Own People
A flash of spiritual light indicated realization, yet Lu Yao held back from any rash actions.
Having great ideas also required sufficient strength as the foundation to realize them.
Manually manipulating the emergence of a Tribulation Transcender was by no means an easy task.
Lu Yao began to absorb the "Five Elemental Treasures" that the girls had brought back, continuing to expand the "Spirit Domain".
The "Five Elements" refer to the five material elements that constitute all things in the universe, these treasures are naturally suited for "creation".
Previously he had used "Breath Soil", which yielded excellent results. Now that he had gathered all five interconnected elements, the effect was incomparably better.
Upon opening the lead box, five colored divine objects in "white, green, blue, purple, yellow" flew out on their own, turning into light points and dissolving into this realm.
In an instant, the entire Spirit Domain joyously vibrated, then emitted dazzling light, expanding rapidly against the surrounding space!
This efficiency surpassed any previous fortuitous encounter, and Lu Yao estimated an expansion of a full 400 kilometers each day!
After a week passed and it turned into June, the Spirit Domain finally finished assimilating the Five Elemental Treasures, and the expansion gradually slowed down.
At this moment, the diameter of the Spirit Mirror reached 6000 kilometers, half the size of Blue Star.
In terms of area, it was equivalent to 30 Xia Countries, undoubtedly a genuine "world of its own".
However, the scenery here wasn't quite delightful; lightning flashed and thunder roared, with violent stormy winds and cataclysmic floods causing chaos.
The Spirit Domain had expanded too rapidly, and features like "rivers, lakes, and seas" hadn't yet been planned out.
Lu Yao only intervened minimally, allowing the world to evolve on its own for the most part.
What concerned him more was that the will contained within the thunder was incredibly surging! Birthing a Tribulation Transcender posed no problem!
"It's the perfect time to let Fran give it a try!"
Immediately, Lu Yao went to find Fran and explain the situation to her.
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Truth be told, it was quite difficult for this otherworldly girl to Cross the Heavenly Tribulation.
Her existence was extremely special, akin to having no physical form.
Although the Divine Soul faces the Heavenly Tribulation bolts, it is deeply connected to the body.
Without a physical body, the Divine Soul not only lacks a place of reliance, but it also misses a very important "will" and can't even form a "thoughtform".
With such an incomplete state to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation, the difficulty was self-evident.
What others didn't know was that there was another hazard in simply surviving in the world as a spirit.
At this moment, Lu Yao arrived at the courtyard where Fran resided, coincidentally running into Yu Yanmei.
Fran must absorb a Martial Artist's True Qi periodically, and it had always been Yu Yanmei's.
Yu Yanmei's complexion didn't look very good, and she solemnly said:
"Lu Xiaozi, you've come at the right time. Something seems off with Fran, you should hurry and check on her!"
Hearing this, Lu Yao quickly entered Fran's room.
Upon entering, he felt an immense darkness and an inexplicable chill that sent shivers down his spine.
A blond, blue-eyed young girl dressed in a court long gown sat emotionlessly at the table, not even glancing at the guest who entered.
This was indeed Fran. She usually looked indistinguishable from a living person, but at this moment, she appeared very eerie, like a ghostly figure.
Then, Lu Yao recalled that it has been a long time since he last saw Fran in the outside world, assuming she was in closed-door Cultivation. But now, it seemed there was a problem.
Yu Yanmei also said, "She should have absorbed True Qi half a month ago, but no one had seen her, and I couldn't wait any longer today, so I came here and saw her like this."
Lu Yao responded, "Don't worry, she seems to be in a nightmare, let me wake her."
Summoning the Willpower Golden Dragon, he roared at Fran!
The roar, filled with uplifting power, had substance, and Fran instantly became stupefied, then, like awakening from a dream, came back to consciousness.
"Eh... when did you all come... what happened to me..."
Yu Yanmei asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
After checking on herself, Fran sighed and said, "I almost turned into a wraith just now... it's good that you came."
Ancient western Spirit Refinement experts once developed a "Witch Wraith Transformation", at first indistinguishable from ordinary people, but over time they would inevitably become emotionless undead.
That is the biggest hidden danger of not having a physical body! The body is related to human emotions and thinking, the foundation of human existence.
Seeing the little girl about to become a ghostly being, Lu Yao immediately said:
"Do not delay, come to my Spirit Domain right now to Cross Thunder Tribulation!"
Though Fran lacked some confidence, she had personally witnessed the miracles created by Lu Yao, therefore she gently nodded.
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They called Liao Ya over, and a group of people entered the Spirit Domain.
The torrential rain here had not yet ceased, and the flood waters were rampant, with wild winds and lightning flashing through the sky.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, Fran instinctively shuddered and was about to hide inside the "Lake Sword".
Lu Yao solemnly said: "Fran, believe in me, this is easier than you think, you just need to overcome the innate fear of thunder!"
Fran performed a curtsey and said earnestly:
"Holy Knight, I believe in you and am grateful for everyone's care all along. I won't back down, and if an accident happens, it's fate's arrangement!"
After saying that, she took a deep breath and faced the sky's thunder head-on! Without any fear or hesitation!
"Great courage!"
"Go Fran~"
Yu Yanmei and Liao Ya shouted out their encouragement. Both of them would observe the whole process, to take it as a reference.
Fran also waved her hand towards them, but above her head were numerous terrifying thunders tearing the sky apart! It made everyone's heart tighten!
But in the next second, Lu Yao's expression became intense! The wildly dancing thunder instantly calmed down!
It was as if they were mischievous elementary school students who had seen their teacher, suddenly becoming exceedingly well-behaved, none daring to attack Fran actively.
Even the dark clouds in the sky slowly swayed and eventually formed a giant face, that was Lu Yao's visage!
[Pay attention, it's starting~]
The giant face opened its mouth and spat out a thin, weak thunderbolt which hit Fran.
Fran frowned, an indescribable roar, dizziness, and intense pain filled her mind.
But she had already used the Lightning Summoning Rocket, this level of difficulty was still bearable for her.
Hence, Lu Yao summoned a thicker thunderbolt, increasing the challenge gradually once Fran withstood it.
This scene was incredibly harmonious; when Lu Yao Crossed Thunder Tribulation in his time, the thunderbolts attacked en masse without any order.
Suddenly, the tense expressions on Yu Yanmei and Liao Ya's faces disappeared.
They had realized that the entire heavens and earth were controlled by Lu Yao, the merciless thunder was harnessed by him, turned into a tool for refining Divine Soul.
The only difficulty of this event was the cultivation level of the one Crossing the Tribulation.
As long as one's cultivation was sufficient, they could surely cross it. They wouldn't perish due to bad luck in the chaotic storm.
Fran had an endless supply of spiritual essence, and her Divine Soul was extremely resilient, she certainly possessed the capital to Cross Thunder Tribulation.
Gradually getting used to the intensity of the thunder, Lu Yao continued to hasten and increase the force.
Fran was enveloped in dazzling electric light, from a distance, she looked like a brilliant white cocoon.
Thunderbolt after thunderbolt struck, like an iron hammer pounding metal.
Gradually, all impurities in Fran's Divine Soul were expelled, the essential parts repeatedly folded and hammered, becoming incredibly solid to the utmost limit!
At a certain moment, Fran suddenly felt her Divine Soul become extremely substantial, as if having a physical form!
Subconsciously, she clenched her fists tightly, and there was a very real sense of touch!
This was not an illusion, her Divine Soul had truly become substantial!
At that time, the damage caused by the thunderbolts gradually weakened, replaced by a warm and gentle sensation like a spring breeze.
Fran felt like she was bathing in a warm bath, after enduring the scalding heat came comfort and contentment.
She had crossed the Thunder Tribulation!
䣌䀇㙺㒸'㯪 㙺䖟䀇䂨㙺㲵䂌 㲵㙺䋮䋮䖟㕣㒸㶞 㶞㑏䖟㲵䂨㒸 䇈㙺㕣䀇 㯪䇈㕣㒸䂨㲵 䂨䂷䂨㒸 䑼㑏䀇䂨㩄 㶞䂨㒸䯃䖟䂌 㲵㙺㒸䳸㕣㒸㶞 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨 䃦㕣㒸㲵 㙺㯪 㯪䇈䂨 㶞䀇㙺㲵䤤㙺䖟䖟䂌 㲵䂨㯪䳸䂨㒸㲵䂨㲵 䯃㑏 䯃䇈䂨 㶞䀇㑏䤤㒸㲵㐗
㾁䂨䀇 㞓䖟䤤䂨 䂨䂌䂨㯪 㑏䛫䂨㒸䂨㲵㩄 㛄䖟㙺㯪䇈㕣㒸㶞 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䇈㕣㲵㲵䂨㒸 䯃䇈䤤㒸㲵䂨䀇㐗
䆊 㿞䀇㕣㞓䤤䖟㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸 㿞䀇㙺㒸㯪䳸䂨㒸㲵䂨䀇 䃦㙺㯪 㞓㑏䀇㒸㩄 䯃䇈䂨 䃦㑏䀇䖟㲵'㯪 䀇䤤䖟䂨㯪 㞓䂨䳸㙺䑼䂨 䑼㑏䀇䂨 䳸㑏䑼䛫䖟䂨䯃䂨㩄 㙺㒸㲵 㖉䛫㕣䀇㕣䯃 㡐㑏䑼㙺㕣㒸 㯪䤤䀇䛫䀇㕣㯪㕣㒸㶞䖟䂌 䀇䂨䃦㙺䀇㲵䂨㲵 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 䃦㕣䯃䇈 㙺 㯪䯃䀇㙺㒸㲵 㑏㛄 "䊆㯪㯪䂨㒸䳸䂨 㑏㛄 㾁䂨㙺䂷䂨㒸 㙺㒸㲵 䊆㙺䀇䯃䇈㐗"
㿞䇈㕣㯪 䃦㙺㯪 䛫䀇䂨䳸㕣㯪䂨䖟䂌 䯃䇈䂨 䛫䤤䀇䂨 䖟㕣㛄䂨 䂨㒸䂨䀇㶞䂌 㶞䂨㒸䂨䀇㙺䯃䂨㲵 㲵䤤䀇㕣㒸㶞 㖉䛫㕣䀇㕣䯃䤤㙺䖟 䣌㙺䖟䳸㑏㒸 䵃㙺㕣㲵䂨㒸'㯪 䯃䀇㙺㒸㯪㛄㑏䀇䑼㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸 㑏㒸 㤲䖟䤤䂨 㖉䯃㙺䀇 㙺㒸㲵 䯃䇈䂨 㞓㕣䀇䯃䇈 㑏㛄 䯃䇈䂨 䣌䀇䂨䂨 䖣㙺㒸㲵䂨䀇 䞞䂨㙺䖟䑼㐗
"㕁㑏㒸㶞䀇㙺䯃䤤䖟㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸㯪 㑏㒸 䯃䀇㙺䂷䂨䀇㯪㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈䂨 㾁䂨㙺䂷䂨㒸䖟䂌 㿞䀇㕣㞓䤤䖟㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸㩄 㒸㑏䃦㩄 䀇䂨㯪䇈㙺䛫䂨 䂌㑏䤤䀇 㞓㑏㲵䂌㛒"
㿞㙺㳈㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈䂨 䎶㙺㳈䂨 㖉䃦㑏䀇㲵㩄 䣌䀇㙺㒸 㞓䂨㶞㙺㒸 䯃㑏 䤤䯃㕣䖟㕣䋮䂨 䯃䇈䂨 䤤㒸䛫㙺䀇㙺䖟䖟䂨䖟䂨㲵 䀇䂨䳸㑏䂷䂨䀇䂌 㙺㞓㕣䖟㕣䯃㕣䂨㯪 㑏㛄 䯃䇈䂨 㿞䇈䤤㒸㲵䂨䀇 㿞䀇㕣㞓䤤䖟㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸 䞞䂨㙺䖟䑼㐗
㚇㯪㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈䂨 䎶㙺㳈䂨 㖉䃦㑏䀇㲵㩄 䃦䇈㕣䳸䇈 䃦㙺㯪 㑏䀇㕣㶞㕣㒸㙺䖟䖟䂌 䇈䂨䀇 㯪䛫㕣㒸䂨㩄 䣌䀇㙺㒸 䳸㑏䤤䖟㲵 㒸㑏䃦 䀇䂨㯽䳸㑏㒸㲵䂨㒸㯪䂨 䇈䂨䀇 㞓㑏㲵䂌 䖟㕣㳈䂨 "䤶㡐 䛫䀇㕣㒸䯃㕣㒸㶞㛒"
㾁䂨䀇 㞓䖟䤤䂨 䂨䂌䂨㯪 㛄㑏䳸䤤㯪䂨㲵㩄 䂨䖟䂨䳸䯃䀇㕣䳸㕣䯃䂌 㲵㙺㒸䳸䂨㲵 㙺䀇㑏䤤㒸㲵 䇈䂨䀇㐗 㚇㯪㕣㒸㶞 䇈䂨䀇 㡐㕣䂷㕣㒸䂨 㖉㑏䤤䖟 㙺㯪 㙺 䑼㕣䀇䀇㑏䀇㩄 㙺㒸㲵 䯃䇈䂨 䎶㙺㳈䂨 㖉䃦㑏䀇㲵 㙺㯪 㙺 㞓㙺㯪䂨㩄 䳸䂨䖟䖟㯪 䀇䂨㶞䂨㒸䂨䀇㙺䯃䂨㲵 㑏㒸䂨 㙺㛄䯃䂨䀇 㙺㒸㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇㐗
䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 㙺㒸㲵 㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇㯪 䃦䂨䀇䂨 㛄㙺䑼㕣䖟㕣㙺䀇 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䯃䇈㕣㯪 㯪䳸䂨㒸䂨㩄 㙺㯪 䇈䂨 䇈㕣䑼㯪䂨䖟㛄 䇈㙺㲵 䀇䂨㯪䯃㑏䀇䂨㲵 䇈㕣㯪 㞓㑏㲵䂌 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨 㯪㙺䑼䂨 䃦㙺䂌㐗
㖉䂨䂨㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈䂨 㶞㕣䀇䖟 䃦㕣䯃䇈 㙺 䇈䂨㙺㲵 㛄䤤䖟䖟 㑏㛄 㶞㑏䖟㲵䂨㒸 䇈㙺㕣䀇㩄 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 䳸㑏䤤䖟㲵㒸'䯃 䇈䂨䖟䛫 㯪㒸㕣䳸㳈䂨䀇㕣㒸㶞㹈 㿞䤤䀇㒸㯪 㑏䤤䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 㶞㕣䀇䖟'㯪 䇈㙺㕣䀇 㕣㯪 㙺䖟䖟 㶞㑏䖟㲵䂨㒸㐗㐗㐗
㒥䎶䤤 䈔㕣㙺㑏䋮㕣㩄 䂌㑏䤤 㙺䀇䂨 䖟㙺䤤㶞䇈㕣㒸㶞 㯪㑏 㑏㞓㯪䳸䂨㒸䂨䖟䂌㩄 䂌㑏䤤 䑼䤤㯪䯃 㞓䂨 䇈㙺䂷㕣㒸㶞 䖟䂨䃦㲵 䯃䇈㑏䤤㶞䇈䯃㯪㛒䭘
㒥㣰㑏 㒸㑏㩄 䂌㑏䤤 㯪㙺䃦 䃦䀇㑏㒸㶞~䭘
㿞䤤䀇㒸㕣㒸㶞 㙺䀇㑏䤤㒸㲵㩄 䯃䇈䂨䂌 㯪㙺䃦 䣌䀇㙺㒸 䇈㙺㲵 䳸㑏䑼䛫䖟䂨䯃䂨䖟䂌 䀇䂨㯪䇈㙺䛫䂨㲵 䇈䂨䀇 㞓㑏㲵䂌㐗
㤲䂨㕣㒸㶞 㕁㙺䤤䳸㙺㯪㕣㙺㒸㩄 䇈䂨䀇 㯪㳈㕣㒸 㒸㑏䃦 䃦㙺㯪 䂨䂷䂨㒸 䑼㑏䀇䂨 㲵㙺䋮䋮䖟㕣㒸㶞䖟䂌 䛫㙺䖟䂨 㙺㒸㲵 㛄䖟㙺䃦䖟䂨㯪㯪㩄 㙺㯪 㯪䑼㑏㑏䯃䇈 㙺㒸㲵 䯃䂨㒸㲵䂨䀇 㙺㯪 䑼㕣䖟㳈㐗
䣌䀇㙺㒸㩄 㑏䂷䂨䀇䃦䇈䂨䖟䑼䂨㲵 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䭕㑏䂌㩄 䳸䀇㕣䂨㲵 㙺㒸㲵 㲵㕣㲵㒸'䯃 䂨䂷䂨㒸 㒸㑏䯃㕣䳸䂨 䯃䇈㙺䯃 䇈䂨䀇 㒸㙺㳈䂨㲵 㞓㑏㲵䂌 䇈㙺㲵 㞓䂨䂨㒸 㲵䀇䂨㯪㯪䂨㲵㐗
㾁㙺䂷㕣㒸㶞 㯪䛫䂨㒸䯃 䂌䂨㙺䀇㯪 㕣㒸 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏'㯪 䇈㑏䤤㯪䂨㩄 㯪䇈䂨 䖟㑏㒸㶞䂨㲵 㛄㑏䀇 䯃䇈䂨 䭕㑏䂌 㑏㛄 䂨㙺䯃㕣㒸㶞 㙺㒸㲵 䛫䖟㙺䂌㕣㒸㶞 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䇈㕣㯪 㛄㙺䑼㕣䖟䂌㐗
䉄䤤㯪䯃 㙺㯪 䯃䇈䂨 䖟㕣䯃䯃䖟䂨 䖟㙺㲵䂌 䑼㙺㲵䂨 䯃䇈㕣㯪 㙺䑼㞓㕣䯃㕣㑏䤤㯪 㲵䂨䳸䖟㙺䀇㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸㩄 㯪㑏䑼䂨䯃䇈㕣㒸㶞 㕣㒸 䇈䂨䀇 䇈䂨㙺䀇䯃 㯪䯃㕣䀇䀇䂨㲵㩄 䤤䀇㶞㕣㒸㶞 䯃㑏 䀇䂨䖟䂨㙺㯪䂨㐗
㖉䇈䂨 䂨㶥䳸㕣䯃䂨㲵䖟䂌 䀇㙺㕣㯪䂨㲵 䇈䂨䀇 䇈㙺㒸㲵㩄 㙺㒸㲵 㙺 㯪䇈㕣㒸㕣㒸㶞 䖟㕣㑏㒸 㙺䛫䛫䂨㙺䀇䂨㲵 㑏䤤䯃 㑏㛄 㒸㑏䃦䇈䂨䀇䂨㩄 䇈䂨䀇 㾁䂨㙺䀇䯃 㬏䑼㙺㶞䂨㛒
㣰㑏䃦 䀇䂨䯃䤤䀇㒸䂨㲵 䯃㑏 䯃䇈䂨 䃦㑏䀇䖟㲵㩄 㕣䯃 䀇㑏㙺䀇䂨㲵 䤤䛫䃦㙺䀇㲵㯪㩄 㙺 㯪䤤䀇㶞䂨 㑏㛄 䀇㑏䂌㙺䖟 㙺䤤䀇㙺 㞓䖟㙺㯪䯃䂨㲵 䯃㑏䃦㙺䀇㲵㯪 䯃䇈䂨 㯪㳈䂌㐗
㤲䤤䯃 䯃䇈䂨㒸㩄 㕣䯃 䳸䀇㑏䤤䳸䇈䂨㲵 㙺䯃 䣌䀇㙺㒸'㯪 㛄䂨䂨䯃 䖟㕣㳈䂨 㙺 㳈㕣䯃䯃䂨㒸㩄 㙺䖟䖟㑏䃦㕣㒸㶞 㕣䯃㯪 䑼㙺㯪䯃䂨䀇 䯃㑏 䀇䤤㞓 㕣䯃㯪 䇈䂨㙺㲵㐗
"䳴㵲㵲㵲 䂌䂨㙺䀇㯪…"
䣌䀇㙺㒸 䃦㕣䛫䂨㲵 㙺䃦㙺䂌 䯃䇈䂨 䯃䂨㙺䀇㯪 㑏㛄 䂨㶥䯃䀇䂨䑼䂨 䭕㑏䂌 㛄䀇㑏䑼 䇈䂨䀇 㛄㙺䳸䂨㩄 㙺㞓㑏䤤䯃 䯃㑏 㯪㙺䂌 㯪㑏䑼䂨䯃䇈㕣㒸㶞 䯃㑏 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 䃦䇈䂨㒸 㯪䇈䂨 㯪䤤㲵㲵䂨㒸䖟䂌 㛄䀇㑏䋮䂨㐗
䖣㕣䯃䇈 㙺䖟䖟 䯃䇈䂨㯪䂨 䂨㶥䛫䂨䀇㕣䂨㒸䳸䂨㯪 㙺䳸䳸䤤䑼䤤䖟㙺䯃䂨㲵㩄 㯪䇈䂨 㕣㒸㯪䯃㙺㒸䯃䖟䂌 㯪㙺䃦 䇈䂨䀇 䯃䀇䤤䂨 㯪䂨䖟㛄 㙺㒸㲵 㯪㑏䖟㕣㲵㕣㛄㕣䂨㲵 䇈䂨䀇 㿞䀇䤤䂨 㬏㒸䯃䂨㒸䯃㛒
䣌䀇㙺㒸 䂨䑼㙺㒸㙺䯃䂨㲵 㙺 䃦㕣䖟䖟 㑏㛄 "䖟㑏䂌㙺䖟䯃䂌㩄 䇈㑏㒸䂨㯪䯃䂌㩄 䛫䀇㕣㲵䂨㩄" 㙺㒸㲵 㑏㒸 䯃䇈䂨 㯪䛫㑏䯃 㙺㯪䳸䂨㒸㲵䂨㲵 䯃㑏 "䵃㙺䀇䯃㕣㙺䖟 㖉㙺㕣㒸䯃㛒"
䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 㛄㑏䀇䳸䂨㛄䤤䖟䖟䂌 㯪䤤䛫䛫䀇䂨㯪㯪䂨㲵 䇈㕣㯪 㞓㑏㲵䂌'㯪 㲵䂨㯪㕣䀇䂨 䯃㑏 㙺㞓㯪㑏䀇㞓 㕣䯃㩄 㙺㒸㲵 㙺䖟㑏㒸㶞 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䇈㕣㯪 䃦㕣䂷䂨㯪㩄 䳸㑏㒸㶞䀇㙺䯃䤤䖟㙺䯃䂨㲵 䣌䀇㙺㒸㹈
"㕁㑏㒸㶞䀇㙺䯃䤤䖟㙺䯃㕣㑏㒸㯪㩄 䯃䀇䤤䖟䂌㩄 㙺㛄䯃䂨䀇 㯪䤤㛄㛄䂨䀇㕣㒸㶞 䳸㑏䑼䂨㯪 䭕㑏䂌㐗"
㖉䇈䂨 㳈㒸䂨䂨䖟䂨㲵 㑏㒸 㑏㒸䂨 㳈㒸䂨䂨 䯃㑏䃦㙺䀇㲵㯪 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏㩄 䇈䂨䀇 䇈㙺㒸㲵 㑏㒸 䇈䂨䀇 䳸䇈䂨㯪䯃 㯪㕣㒸䳸䂨䀇䂨䖟䂌 㯪㙺䂌㕣㒸㶞㹈
"㿞䇈㙺㒸㳈 䂌㑏䤤 㕣䑼䑼䂨㒸㯪䂨䖟䂌 㛄㑏䀇 䂨䂷䂨䀇䂌䯃䇈㕣㒸㶞 䂌㑏䤤 㙺㒸㲵 䂌㑏䤤䀇 㛄㙺䑼㕣䖟䂌 䇈㙺䂷䂨 㲵㑏㒸䂨 㛄㑏䀇 䑼䂨㩄 䃦㑏䀇㲵㯪 䳸㙺㒸㒸㑏䯃 䂨㶥䛫䀇䂨㯪㯪 䑼䂌 㶞䀇㙺䯃㕣䯃䤤㲵䂨㩄 㬏 䃦㕣䖟䖟 㛄㑏䖟䖟㑏䃦 䂌㑏䤤 䯃㑏 䯃䇈䂨 㲵䂨㙺䯃䇈 㛄䀇㑏䑼 㒸㑏䃦 㑏㒸㛒"
㿞䇈䂨㒸 㯪㑏䑼䂨䃦䇈㙺䯃 䇈䤤䀇䀇㕣䂨㲵䖟䂌 㯪㙺㕣㲵㹈 "㬏 䇈㙺䂷䂨 㯪㑏䑼䂨 䑼㙺䯃䯃䂨䀇㯪 䯃㑏 㙺䯃䯃䂨㒸㲵 䯃㑏 㙺㒸㲵 䇈㙺䂷䂨 䯃㑏 䖟䂨㙺䂷䂨 㛄㕣䀇㯪䯃㩄 䂌㑏䤤 䯃㙺㳈䂨 䂌㑏䤤䀇 䯃㕣䑼䂨 䯃㑏 㯪䯃㙺㞓㕣䖟㕣䋮䂨 䂌㑏䤤䀇 䀇䂨㙺䖟䑼㐗"
䣌䀇㙺㒸 䃦㙺䯃䳸䇈䂨㲵 㙺㯪 䇈䂨 䇈䤤䀇䀇㕣䂨㲵䖟䂌 䖟䂨㛄䯃㩄 㙺㒸㲵 㲵䂨䳸㕣㲵䂨㲵 䯃㑏 䀇䂨䛫㙺䂌 䇈㕣㯪 㳈㕣㒸㲵㒸䂨㯪㯪 䯃䇈䀇㑏䤤㶞䇈 䇈䂨䀇 㙺䳸䯃㕣㑏㒸㯪㐗
䆊㒸㲵 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 䃦㙺㯪 㕣㒸 㯪䤤䳸䇈 㙺 䀇䤤㯪䇈 㞓䂨䳸㙺䤤㯪䂨 䇈䂨 䃦㙺㒸䯃䂨㲵 䯃㑏 㶞㕣䂷䂨 䯃䇈䂨 "䊆㯪㯪䂨㒸䳸䂨 㑏㛄 㾁䂨㙺䂷䂨㒸 㙺㒸㲵 䊆㙺䀇䯃䇈" 䯃㑏 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨 㙺㯪 㯪㑏㑏㒸 㙺㯪 䛫㑏㯪㯪㕣㞓䖟䂨㐗
㿞䇈㕣㯪 䃦㙺㯪 㙺 䃦䇈㑏䖟䂨 䃦㑏䀇䖟㲵'㯪 䀇䂨䃦㙺䀇㲵㩄 䭕䤤㯪䯃 䖟㕣㳈䂨 䯃䇈䂨 䛫䀇䂨䂷㕣㑏䤤㯪 "䊆䑼䛫䂨䀇㑏䀇 䊆㯪㯪䂨㒸䳸䂨 䉄䂨䖟䖟䂌㩄" 䯃䇈䂨 䯃㑏䛫㯽䯃㕣䂨䀇㩄 䳸㑏䑼䛫䖟䂨䯃䂨䖟䂌 㯪㕣㲵䂨㯽䂨㛄㛄䂨䳸䯃㯽㛄䀇䂨䂨 㶞䀇䂨㙺䯃 㯪䤤䛫䛫䖟䂨䑼䂨㒸䯃㐗
㿞㙺㳈㕣㒸㶞 㙺㲵䂷㙺㒸䯃㙺㶞䂨 㑏㛄 䯃䇈䂨 䛫㑏䯃䂨㒸䳸䂌 㑏㛄 䯃䇈䂨 䂨㯪㯪䂨㒸䳸䂨㩄 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 䇈䤤䀇䀇㕣䂨㲵 㑏䂷䂨䀇 䯃㑏 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨㩄 䃦㕣䯃䇈 㮁䤤 㮁㙺㒸䑼䂨㕣 㙺㒸㲵 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㮁㙺 㙺䖟㯪㑏 䳸㑏䑼㕣㒸㶞 㙺䖟㑏㒸㶞 㛄㑏䀇 䯃䇈䂨 䂷㕣㯪㕣䯃㐗
䆊䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䯃㕣䑼䂨㩄 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨 䇈㙺㲵 䀇㙺䀇䂨䖟䂌 㙺䃦㙺㳈䂨㒸䂨㲵 㙺㒸㲵 䃦㙺㯪 䤤㒸㲵䂨䀇 䯃䇈䂨 䳸㙺䀇䂨 㑏㛄 䵃㙺㲵㙺䑼䂨 䈔㕣㙺㑏㩄 㞓㙺䀇䂨䖟䂌 䂨㙺䯃㕣㒸㶞 㯪㑏䑼䂨 㖉䛫㕣䀇㕣䯃 䣌䀇䤤㕣䯃㯪㐗
㤲䤤䯃 䤤䛫㑏㒸 㯪䂨䂨㕣㒸㶞 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏㩄 㙺 䖟㕣㶞䇈䯃 㕣㒸㯪䯃㙺㒸䯃䖟䂌 㙺䛫䛫䂨㙺䀇䂨㲵 㑏㒸 䇈䂨䀇 㛄㙺䳸䂨㩄 㙺㒸㲵 㯪䇈䂨 㙺䯃䯃䂨䑼䛫䯃䂨㲵 䯃㑏 㶞䂨䯃 㑏䤤䯃 㑏㛄 㞓䂨㲵㐗
䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏 䜀䤤㕣䳸㳈䖟䂌 㯪㙺㕣㲵㩄 "㮁㑏䤤 㯪䇈㑏䤤䖟㲵 㙺㞓㯪㑏䀇㞓 䯃䇈㕣㯪~"
䉄䤤㯪䯃 㞓䂌 䀇䂨䂷䂨㙺䖟㕣㒸㶞 㙺 㞓㕣䯃 㑏㛄 㕣䯃㯪 㙺䤤䀇㙺㩄 㕣䯃 䑼㙺㲵䂨 㙺 䛫䖟㙺䯃䂨 㑏㛄 㖉䛫㕣䀇㕣䯃 䣌䀇䤤㕣䯃㯪 㑏㒸 䯃䇈䂨 䯃㙺㞓䖟䂨 㯪䛫䀇㑏䤤䯃㛒 㿞䇈䂨 㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇 䛫䂨㑏䛫䖟䂨 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨 䀇㑏㑏䑼 㛄䂨䖟䯃 㙺 㯪䯃䀇㑏㒸㶞 㕣㒸㒸㙺䯃䂨 㲵䂨㯪㕣䀇䂨 㯪䤤䀇㶞㕣㒸㶞 㛄䀇㑏䑼 䯃䇈䂨㕣䀇 㞓㑏㲵㕣䂨㯪㩄 䤤㒸㙺㞓䖟䂨 䯃㑏 䇈䂨䖟䛫 㯪䃦㙺䖟䖟㑏䃦㕣㒸㶞 㯪㙺䖟㕣䂷㙺 䃦㕣䖟㲵䖟䂌㐗
㖉䤤䳸䇈 㙺 㲵㕣䂷㕣㒸䂨 㕣䯃䂨䑼㩄 㕣䯃㯪 䂨㛄㛄䂨䳸䯃㯪 䑼䤤㯪䯃 㞓䂨 䂨㶥䳸䂨䛫䯃㕣㑏㒸㙺䖟㐗
㤲䤤䯃 㕣䑼䑼䂨㲵㕣㙺䯃䂨䖟䂌 㙺㛄䯃䂨䀇䃦㙺䀇㲵㩄 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䖟㕣㛄䂨 䂨㒸䂨䀇㶞䂌 㛄䖟㑏䃦䂨㲵 㯪䯃䀇㙺㕣㶞䇈䯃 䯃㑏 䇈䂨䀇 䖟㑏䃦䂨䀇 㙺㞓㲵㑏䑼䂨㒸㩄 㑏䀇 䑼㑏䀇䂨 䛫䀇䂨䳸㕣㯪䂨䖟䂌㩄 䃦㙺㯪 㯪䤤䳸㳈䂨㲵 㑏䂷䂨䀇㛒
䊆䂷䂨䀇䂌㑏㒸䂨 䂨㶥䳸䇈㙺㒸㶞䂨㲵 㶞䖟㙺㒸䳸䂨㯪㩄 䀇䂨㙺䖟㕣䋮㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈㙺䯃 䯃䇈䂨 㞓㙺㞓㕣䂨㯪 䃦䂨䀇䂨 㙺㞓㯪㑏䀇㞓㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈䂨 䂨㒸䂨䀇㶞䂌 㛄䀇㑏䑼 䯃䇈䂨 䑼㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇'㯪 㞓㑏㲵䂌㐗
䊆䂷䂨䀇䂌㑏㒸䂨 㯪䤤㲵㲵䂨㒸䖟䂌 䃦㑏㒸㲵䂨䀇䂨㲵 㕣㛄 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨'㯪 䀇䂨䳸䂨㒸䯃 䤤㒸䤤㯪䤤㙺䖟 䳸㑏㒸㲵㕣䯃㕣㑏㒸 䃦㙺㯪 㲵䤤䂨 䯃㑏 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䀇䂨㙺㯪㑏㒸㙷
䉄䤤㯪䯃 㙺㯪 䯃䇈䂨䂌 䯃䇈㑏䤤㶞䇈䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪㩄 䯃䇈䂨䂌 㯪㙺䃦 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨 㯪䤤㲵㲵䂨㒸䖟䂌 䳸䖟䤤䯃䳸䇈 䇈䂨䀇 䖟㑏䃦䂨䀇 㙺㞓㲵㑏䑼䂨㒸㩄 䇈䂨䀇 㛄㙺䳸䂨 䳸䇈㙺㒸㶞㕣㒸㶞㛒
㮁䤤 㮁㙺㒸䑼䂨㕣 㕣㒸㯪䯃㕣㒸䳸䯃㕣䂷䂨䖟䂌 䂨㶥䳸䖟㙺㕣䑼䂨㲵㩄 "㬏䯃'㯪 䯃䇈䂨 㛄䂨䯃㙺䖟 䇈䂨㙺䀇䯃㞓䂨㙺䯃㛒"
䆊䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䑼㑏䑼䂨㒸䯃㩄 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨'㯪 㞓㙺㞓䂌 㙺䖟㯪㑏 㲵䂨䂷䂨䖟㑏䛫䂨㲵 㙺 䇈䂨㙺䀇䯃㞓䂨㙺䯃㛒
㬏䯃 㯪䂨䂨䑼䂨㲵 䯃㑏 㞓䂨 㙺 䀇䂨㯪㑏㒸㙺㒸䳸䂨 㞓䂨䯃䃦䂨䂨㒸 㞓䖟㑏㑏㲵䖟㕣㒸䂨㯪㩄 㶞䀇䂨䂨䯃㕣㒸㶞 䂨㙺䳸䇈 㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇 㕣㒸 㯪䤤䳸䳸䂨㯪㯪㕣㑏㒸㐗
䊆䂷䂨䀇䂌㑏㒸䂨 㛄㑏䤤㒸㲵 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䂷䂨䀇䂌 㕣㒸䯃䂨䀇䂨㯪䯃㕣㒸㶞㩄 㞓䤤䯃 㙺㯪 䯃䇈䂨䂌 䖟㕣㯪䯃䂨㒸䂨㲵㩄 㯪㑏䑼䂨䯃䇈㕣㒸㶞 㛄䂨䖟䯃 㑏㛄㛄 㞓䂨䳸㙺䤤㯪䂨 䯃䇈䂨 㯪㑏䤤㒸㲵㯪 㛄䀇㑏䑼 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨'㯪 㞓䂨䖟䖟䂌 䃦䂨䀇䂨 㲵㕣㯪䯃㕣㒸䳸䯃䖟䂌 䯃䃦㑏 䂷㑏㕣䳸䂨㯪㛒
㿞䇈㙺䯃 䑼䂨㙺㒸䯃㐗㐗㐗 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨 䃦㙺㯪 䳸㙺䀇䀇䂌㕣㒸㶞 䯃䃦㕣㒸㯪㛒
䆊䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪㩄 䯃䇈䂨 㛄㙺䑼㕣䖟䂌 䃦㙺㯪 㑏䂷䂨䀇䭕㑏䂌䂨㲵㛒
䖣䇈㙺䯃 㙺 㞓䖟䂨㯪㯪㕣㒸㶞 㛄䀇㑏䑼 䇈䂨㙺䂷䂨㒸㛒
䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨㩄 㯪䯃䀇䤤䳸㳈 䃦㕣䯃䇈 㲵㕣㯪㞓䂨䖟㕣䂨㛄㩄 䳸㑏䂷䂨䀇䂨㲵 䇈䂨䀇 䑼㑏䤤䯃䇈㩄 䯃䀇䂨䑼㞓䖟㕣㒸㶞 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䂨㶥䳸㕣䯃䂨䑼䂨㒸䯃 㙺㒸㲵 䭕㑏䂌㛒
㿞䇈䂨 䇈䂨㙺䀇䯃㞓䂨㙺䯃 㑏㛄 䯃䇈䂨 㞓㙺㞓㕣䂨㯪 㕣㒸 䇈䂨䀇 㞓䂨䖟䖟䂌㩄 䂨㙺䳸䇈 䛫䤤䖟㯪䂨 䳸䀇䂌㯪䯃㙺䖟 䳸䖟䂨㙺䀇㐗 䎶㕣㙺㑏 㻌䂨'㯪 䂨㶥䛫䀇䂨㯪㯪㕣㑏㒸 㲵䀇㕣㛄䯃䂨㲵㩄 㑏䂷䂨䀇䃦䇈䂨䖟䑼䂨㲵 㞓䂌 䇈㙺䛫䛫㕣㒸䂨㯪㯪 㙺㞓㑏䤤䯃 䯃㑏 㛄㙺㕣㒸䯃㐗
䆊䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䑼㑏䑼䂨㒸䯃㩄 㯪䤤䀇䀇㑏䤤㒸㲵䂨㲵 㞓䂌 䯃䇈䂨 䤤䖟䯃㕣䑼㙺䯃䂨 㯪䂨㒸㯪䂨 㑏㛄 䇈㙺䛫䛫㕣㒸䂨㯪㯪㩄 䀇㕣䛫䛫䖟䂨㯪 㑏㛄 䃦㙺䯃䂨䀇 㙺䛫䛫䂨㙺䀇䂨㲵 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨 㙺㕣䀇 㙺䯃 䇈䂨䀇 㞓䀇㑏䃦㐗
㿞䇈䂨 㛄㙺䑼㕣䖟䂌 㳈㒸䂨䃦 䃦䇈㙺䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䀇䂨䛫䀇䂨㯪䂨㒸䯃䂨㲵 㙺㒸㲵 㕣䑼䑼䂨㲵㕣㙺䯃䂨䖟䂌 䇈䂨䖟㲵 䯃䇈䂨㕣䀇 㞓䀇䂨㙺䯃䇈㐗
㬏㒸 㙺 䖟㕣䯃䯃䖟䂨 䃦䇈㕣䖟䂨㩄 㙺 䛫䤤䀇䂨㩄 㛄䖟㙺䃦䖟䂨㯪㯪㩄 㙺㒸㲵 䯃㑏㑏㯽䛫䤤䀇䂨㯽䯃㑏㯽䖟㑏㑏㳈㯽㙺䯃 䃦䇈㕣䯃䂨 䖟㕣㶞䇈䯃 㞓㙺䖟䖟 㙺䛫䛫䂨㙺䀇䂨㲵㐗
㿞㑏㲵㙺䂌 䃦㙺㯪 䯃䀇䤤䖟䂌 㙺 㲵㙺䂌 㑏㛄 㶞㑏㑏㲵 㛄㑏䀇䯃䤤㒸䂨㩄 䃦㕣䯃䇈 䭕㑏䂌㛄䤤䖟 䂨䂷䂨㒸䯃㯪 㛄㑏䖟䖟㑏䃦㕣㒸㶞 㑏㒸䂨 㙺㛄䯃䂨䀇 㙺㒸㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇㐗
䬨䂨䀇䇈㙺䛫㯪 㯪䂨㒸㯪㕣㒸㶞 䯃䇈䂨 㛄䂨㯪䯃㕣䂷䂨 㙺䯃䑼㑏㯪䛫䇈䂨䀇䂨㩄 䯃䇈䂨 㛄㑏䤤䀇 㞓㙺㞓㕣䂨㯪 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨㕣䀇 䑼㑏䯃䇈䂨䀇'㯪 㞓䂨䖟䖟䂌 㞓䂨䳸㙺䑼䂨 䂨䂷䂨㒸 䑼㑏䀇䂨 䂨㒸䂨䀇㶞䂨䯃㕣䳸㩄 䯃䇈䂨㕣䀇 䇈䂨㙺䀇䯃㞓䂨㙺䯃㯪 㶞䀇㑏䃦㕣㒸㶞 㯪䯃䀇㑏㒸㶞䂨䀇㐗
䆊䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䑼㑏䑼䂨㒸䯃㩄 䃦䇈䂨䯃䇈䂨䀇 㕣䯃 䃦㙺㯪 䎶䤤 㮁㙺㑏'㯪 㛄㙺䑼㕣䖟䂌 㑏㒸㯽㯪㕣䯃䂨㩄 䉄㕣 䈔㕣㙺㒸㶞 㙺㒸㲵 䞞䤤 㮁㕣 䃦䇈㑏 㛄㑏䤤㒸㲵 㙺 㯪䂨䳸䖟䤤㲵䂨㲵 䛫䖟㙺䳸䂨 䯃㑏 㲵䤤䂨䖟㩄 㑏䀇 䂨䂷䂨㒸 䎶㕣 䬨䂨㕣 㛄㙺䀇 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨 㬏䑼䛫䂨䀇㕣㙺䖟 䬨㙺䖟㙺䳸䂨㐗㐗㐗
䆊䖟䖟 㯪䂨㒸䯃㕣䂨㒸䯃 㞓䂨㕣㒸㶞㯪 㕣㒸 䯃䇈䂨 䉄㕣㒸㶞䭕㕣㒸 㙺䀇䂨㙺 㛄䂨䖟䯃 䯃䇈㕣㯪 䛫䤤䀇䂨 䭕㑏䂌㩄 䯃䇈䂨㕣䀇 㛄㙺䳸䂨㯪 㕣㒸䂷㑏䖟䤤㒸䯃㙺䀇㕣䖟䂌 㞓䀇䂨㙺㳈㕣㒸㶞 㕣㒸䯃㑏 㯪䑼㕣䖟䂨㯪㐗
㮁䤤 㮁㙺㒸䑼䂨㕣 䳸䖟㕣䳸㳈䂨㲵 䇈䂨䀇 䯃㑏㒸㶞䤤䂨 㙺㒸㲵 㯪㙺㕣㲵㩄 "㣰㑏䯃 䂌䂨䯃 㞓㑏䀇㒸㩄 㞓䤤䯃 㙺䖟䀇䂨㙺㲵䂌 䳸㙺䤤㯪㕣㒸㶞 㙺 䤤㒸㕣䂷䂨䀇㯪㙺䖟 䀇䂨㯪㑏㒸㙺㒸䳸䂨㐗㐗㐗 㿞䇈䂨㯪䂨 㳈㕣㲵㯪 㙺䀇䂨 䂨㶥䯃䀇㙺㑏䀇㲵㕣㒸㙺䀇䂌㐗"
䵃㙺㲵㙺䑼䂨 䈔㕣㙺㑏 㯪䑼㕣䖟䂨㲵 㙺㒸㲵 䳸㑏䑼䛫䖟㕣䑼䂨㒸䯃䂨㲵㩄 "㕁䇈㕣䖟㲵䀇䂨㒸 㑏㛄 㙺㒸 㬏䑼䑼㑏䀇䯃㙺䖟 㒘䂨㒸䂨䀇㙺㞓䖟䂨 㙺䀇䂨 㒸㙺䯃䤤䀇㙺䖟䖟䂌 䂨㶥䯃䀇㙺㑏䀇㲵㕣㒸㙺䀇䂌㐗"
䆊䳸䳸㑏䑼䛫㙺㒸䂌㕣㒸㶞 㕣䯃 䃦㙺㯪 㙺㒸 䂨㶥䯃䀇䂨䑼䂨䖟䂌 䂨䂷㕣䖟 㙺㒸㲵 㶞䀇䂨䂨㲵䂌 䃦㕣䖟䖟㛒
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