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... nding there, dumbfounded, thinking about something.
In Bai Yan's Sea of Consciousness, a smaller version of Bai Yan sat cross-legged by the river of time, watching the ceaselessly flowing water, silently reciting.
"So, what exactly is the true me?"
"The memories of the past life are me, but are the memories of this life also me?"
"If the past life's memories are primary, does that mean the me of this life is thus dead?"
"Then is it the gradually accumulati ...
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