In the first half of my life, I worked from 9 to 5, and once I got rich suddenly, I thought I had the stability of the world.
A sudden change occurred overnight, and the bubble of prosperity was shattered. He settled in a bitter cold village on the border of Great Yan.
After his father's death, he ran out of food, the mountains were filled with snow, and black bears were raging. In this desperate situation, the memories of two lives merged, and he encountered the lost martial arts inheritance.
In the path of martial arts, qi and blood are the foundation, meat is the foundation, and strength is hidden.
He walked through the vast forest sea, bent his bow to hunt animals, practiced hard skills, and gathered all his strength into the invisible.
The undercurrent of the dynasty is surging, war is approaching in troubled times, and the lives of the people at the bottom are like duckweeds.
Modern people who used to be greedy for comfort have shed their glitz and moved forward with strength. Taking the mountains and wilderness as the starting point, using secret skills as the sharp blade, in this world where killing and martial arts coexist, move forward step by step, looking for a glimmer of hope and longevity in martial arts.
