When the wild wind swept through the barren land and the long night enveloped the uncivilized tribes, he woke up from the chaos with a knowledge and compassion that did not belong to this era. There is muddy land under his feet, tribesmen struggling to survive around him, and the unknown starry sky above his head. In the ancient wilderness, survival is an instinct engraved in the bones and blood, and he wants to plant the fire of civilization in the wilderness. He has seen tribesmen wither due to ignorance, has seen tribes fighting for resources, and has seen loved ones pass away in the cold night. Those hot emotions, those desires for life, obsession with love, and yearning for civilization are intertwined into the most vivid background of the ancient land. He used modern thinking to deconstruct the rules of the wilderness, and used gentle compassion to melt the cold laws of survival. In the years of slash-and-burn cultivation, he gradually pulled the tribe out of ignorance. However, the road ahead is long and the long night of the ancient times. How much blood and affection are needed to exchange for the dawn of civilization?
