Have you ever seen despair?
Nine thousand seven hundred and twenty-one years in the human calendar, frost moon.
Luo Dahe stood at the entrance of the village and watched carloads of people being transported away. Those cars passed in front of him, one, ten, a hundred, a thousand - from early morning to dusk, from dusk to late night, and from late night to the next morning.
He saw a child lying on the edge of the cage, reaching out towards him.
That's his son.
He stood there, motionless. Standing for three months.
Then he took the first step.
He walked to Xuejiacun and met a sixteen-year-old boy. The young man's name is Xue Zhiyao. He has a broken ancient book, which records something that the human race has lost for 30,000 years - the method of cultivation.
It is not the leftovers donated by all races, but the human race's own path.
The young man punched the old locust tree at the entrance of the village and said, "You want to hit me?" I'll teach you.
From that day on, three desperate people - Luo Dahe, Xue Zhiyao, and Li Shimin - gathered around a fire and made a decision: they would no longer stand and wait for death, but would stand and fight.
They didn't know how long the road was, how many people would die, or how far the sixteen-year-old boy would eventually go.
They only know——
In the past 30,000 years, the human race has knelt 300 times and died 30 billion times.
This time, someone wanted to stand up and try.
From a dilapidated mountain village to the Great Wall of Human Bones;
From the trembling ants to the human emperor who is surrendered by all races;
From being alone, to having eight million iron-blooded brothers standing behind me.
Xue Zhiyao spent his whole life doing one thing——
Write the word "human" that has been kneeling for 30,000 years straight.
