My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

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The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

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At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".

Welcome to Ataria, the kingdom above the clouds.

Let's open the door, pick up our walking sticks, and start our adventure from here——

Through the hills of cloud and sea, like floating grass, the shallow river sparkles;

The fields flow with gold and honey, full of laughter, and under the low house of Rodale, melodious songs are heard.

Through the ancient forest of Egonn, where branches grow thick and whisper in the darkness;

Across the steep ridges and towering mountains, dark shadows lurked in the underground world, dangers lurked everywhere, and the sword refracted its light.

A story about a boy chasing his dream. Above the sky and clouds, the shadow of a giant dragon soars with wings spread.

And after the time has passed, the fire is still bright.