At that moment in the morning of $ADA , a prompt appeared indicating that the account had been emptied.

I stared blankly at the screen, as if my soul had been drawn out.

All the orders, completely gone.

My fingertips still hovered over the keyboard, but it had lost its meaning.

I threw myself onto the bed, the ceiling looked like a cold, indifferent white paper, blank.

Crumpled paper balls, takeout bags filled with trash, the lingering greasy smell in the air...

All mocking me.

I closed my eyes, my heart still trembling.

Suddenly a thought pierced through my mind:

"What is the endgame of making contracts?"

Is it just continuous liquidation?

Is it just spending youth, passion, and even spirit on these cold, lifeless candlesticks?

I imagined what I would look like when I was old.

Wrinkles crawling around my eyes, my gaze still fixated on the screen,

A green line, a red line, could pull my entire heart.

At that moment, I felt a bit suffocated.

Time became slow and heavy, as if being dragged by an invisible current.

Every second reminded me:

If I continue down this path, the outcome is already predetermined.

Yet deep inside, a stubborn spark flickered.

If Han Li can break free from endless cycles and walk out of the Dao, why can't I?

Fellow cultivators, since time has trapped me in this wasteland, let’s take this as an opportunity.

While the light still shines, while the heart still beats,

Reboot the formation and charge back to the battlefield!

Go long on $ADA, condense the primordial infant!