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Lin Yang harbored a burning dream: to become a Cultivator, just like his older brother. At ten years old, he''''d stood trembling before the examiners, hope brimming in his young heart. But the cultivation test crushed his aspirations. He possessed no talent, no affinity for the cultivation arts. The dream withered, replaced by the bitter taste of reality. Five years passed, each one a quiet reminder of his failed ambitions. Now fifteen, an age where destiny could still be reshaped, Lin Yang stood at the Spirit Summoning Ceremony. With a mix of lingering hope and quiet resignation, he performed the ritual. Instead of the expected weapon spirit, or a beast spirit, he summoned… a rectangular shape spirit.