The human race is inherently weak, with no innate protection and no accumulation of past civilizations to rely on. It has been in deep crisis of survival since its birth. Generations of ancestors used their lives as blades and flesh and blood as shields, fighting and fighting in endless battles, and barely managed to earn a glimmer of opportunity for the human race to thrive, but they were always trapped in the precarious situation. When the orcs came roaring with their spiritual wisdom, shattering the dome of the Nine Heavens, the human race filled the fields with mourning, and the mountains and rivers turned pale. The remaining vitality was on the verge of being extinguished, and the shadow of destruction was approaching step by step. Ling Cang couldn't bear the demise of his ethnic group and the loss of life, so he gave up all thoughts of peace, held on to the long spear that broke the formation, used the bones of the spear to support the unyielding will of the human race, and used his blood to burn the glimmer of survival in the desperate situation. He traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood to carve out a way out, braved the wilderness and dangerous terrain to fight fiercely against the beasts, gathered the strength of the whole people in a desperate situation, conquered the eight wastelands and killed all the ferocious beasts. He rose against the odds with his bravery and perseverance, and wrote an immortal epic in which the human race used the weak to resist the strong and defeated the beasts to conquer the sky.
