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The rain pitter-pattered on the bamboo rain hat. Jun Xie left the Jun Residence swiftly through the side door and strolled his way into the main street. The main street, which had been bustling with activities and pedestrians, was now empty due to the sudden heavy downpour. The shops on both sides however were brimming with crowds of people. Every now and again, the sounds of either laughter or curses can be heard coming out from the shops.

Under the heavy downpour, the clamorous noise seemed as though it had merged together with both Heaven and Earth. Jun Xie strolled alone within the heavy rain, watching as the rain transformed into a curtain between Heaven and Earth. As the rain pitter-pattered on his bamboo rain hat, Jun Xie felt his own insignificance and loneliness.

So what if he had been the world’s number one assassin in his past life? So what if he had been granted a great opportunity to transcend death, transmigrating into a different world? So what if he managed to obtain the immeasurably mysterious treasure, the Hongjun Pagoda? So what if he has the opportunity to practice the mysterious “Art of Unlocking Heaven’s Fortune”?

In the end, he was but a droplet of water amidst an ocean between Heaven and Earth. So diminutive, so solitary, so alone…

“The predecessors will never meet their ancestors; the successors will never meet their descendants. Leisurely studying Heaven and Earth, and yet alone and inferior,” Jun Xie laughed bitterly as he shook his head. He thought to himself that he should have written this poem. Born in another world, he was truly a man without precedence and without a descendant! The true descendant of Yan and Huang in this world was none other than himself!
[TL: “The descendant of Yan and Huang” represents the Han Chinese of today.]

The heavy rain and its accompanying fog was extremely heavy, water covered every inch of the ground. The rain and fog obscured the skies, causing everything to become illusory and hazy. Even the surrounding downpour seemed to have lost its sound… Jun Xie suddenly felt as though everything was a dream, every single person and every single matter no longer existed. There was only him, walking alone through the heavy rain…

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Hujan ketipak bambu hujan topi. Jun Xie meninggalkan kediaman Jun cepat melalui pintu sisi dan berjalan jalan ke jalan utama. Jalan utama, yang telah telah sibuk dengan kegiatan dan pejalan kaki, ini sekarang kosong karena berat hujan tiba-tiba. Toko-toko di kedua belah pihak namun penuh dengan kerumunan orang. Setiap sekarang dan lagi, suara tawa atau kutukan dapat didengar keluar dari toko-toko.Di bawah deras, clamorous suara seolah-olah telah bergabung bersama-sama dengan langit dan bumi. Jun Xie berjalan sendirian dalam hujan deras, menonton sebagai hujan berubah menjadi sebuah tirai antara langit dan bumi. Seperti hujan ketipak topinya bambu hujan, Jun Xie merasa sendiri tidak penting dan kesepian.Jadi bagaimana jika ia telah pembunuh nomor satu di dunia di lalunya? Jadi bagaimana jika ia diberikan kesempatan besar untuk melampaui kematian, transmigrating ke dunia yang berbeda? Jadi bagaimana jika ia berhasil memperoleh harta tak terkira misterius, Hongjun Pagoda? Jadi bagaimana jika ia memiliki kesempatan untuk mempraktekkan misterius "Art of Fortune Unlocking surga"?Pada akhirnya, dia adalah tetesan air di tengah-tengah laut antara langit dan bumi. Begitu mungil, jadi soliter, begitu sendirian...“The predecessors will never meet their ancestors; the successors will never meet their descendants. Leisurely studying Heaven and Earth, and yet alone and inferior,” Jun Xie laughed bitterly as he shook his head. He thought to himself that he should have written this poem. Born in another world, he was truly a man without precedence and without a descendant! The true descendant of Yan and Huang in this world was none other than himself![TL: “The descendant of Yan and Huang” represents the Han Chinese of today.]The heavy rain and its accompanying fog was extremely heavy, water covered every inch of the ground. The rain and fog obscured the skies, causing everything to become illusory and hazy. Even the surrounding downpour seemed to have lost its sound… Jun Xie suddenly felt as though everything was a dream, every single person and every single matter no longer existed. There was only him, walking alone through the heavy rain…

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Hujan ketipak-derai pada topi hujan bambu. Juni Xie meninggalkan Juni Holiday cepat melalui pintu samping dan berjalan jalan ke jalan utama. Jalan utama, yang telah ramai dengan kegiatan dan pejalan kaki, sekarang kosong karena hujan deras tiba-tiba. Toko-toko di kedua sisi namun yang penuh dengan kerumunan orang. Setiap sekarang dan lagi, suara baik tawa atau kutukan dapat didengar keluar dari toko-toko. Di bawah hujan deras, suara riuh tampak seolah-olah itu bergabung bersama dengan kedua Langit dan Bumi. Juni Xie berjalan sendirian dalam hujan lebat, menyaksikan hujan berubah menjadi tirai antara langit dan bumi. Sebagai hujan ketipak-derai topi hujan bambunya, Juni Xie merasa tidak penting dan kesepian sendiri. Jadi bagaimana jika ia telah menjadi nomor satu di dunia pembunuh dalam kehidupan masa lalunya? Jadi bagaimana jika ia diberikan kesempatan besar untuk mengatasi kematian, bertransmigrasi ke dunia yang berbeda? Jadi bagaimana jika ia berhasil mendapatkan harta tak terkira misterius, Pagoda Hongjun? Jadi bagaimana jika ia memiliki kesempatan untuk mempraktekkan "Art of Unlocking Surga Fortune" misterius? Pada akhirnya, ia tapi tetesan air di tengah-tengah lautan antara langit dan bumi. Jadi kecil, jadi soliter, sehingga sendirian ... "The pendahulu akan pernah bertemu nenek moyang mereka; penerus tidak akan pernah bertemu keturunan mereka. Santai mempelajari Langit dan Bumi, namun sendirian dan rendah, "Juni Xie tertawa getir sambil menggelengkan kepala. Dia berpikir untuk dirinya sendiri bahwa ia harus menulis puisi ini. Lahir di dunia lain, ia benar-benar seorang pria tanpa preseden dan tanpa keturunan a! Keturunan sejati Yan dan Huang di dunia ini tidak lain adalah dirinya sendiri! [TL:. "Keturunan dari Yan dan Huang" mewakili Han Cina hari ini] Hujan deras dan kabut yang menyertainya sangat berat, air menutupi setiap inci dari tanah. Hujan dan kabut mengaburkan langit, menyebabkan segala sesuatu menjadi ilusi dan kabur. Bahkan hujan sekitarnya tampaknya telah kehilangan suaranya ... Juni Xie tiba-tiba merasa seolah-olah segala sesuatu adalah mimpi, setiap orang dan setiap hal tunggal tidak ada lagi. Hanya ada dia, berjalan sendirian melalui hujan deras ...