I awaken to the once-in-a-million-year red snow mark,
The natal snowboard was identified as a useless snowboard.
No fire marks, no thunder marks, no ice wind,
The whole school laughed at me, the sect abandoned me, and everyone said I was a waste with no talent.
Until the forbidden slope avalanches and the black frost rushes,
The key on my chest is so hot that my heart is burning——
I just discovered:
Formless is not a waste, formless is the beginning of all things.
Carving, wild snow, park, freestyle, racing, freestyle, all six ways are at my disposal.
Others are so poor that they can only practice one discipline in their lifetime.
I-want them all!
But the stronger I get, the closer I get to the end of the snow path,
A truth that has been buried for thousands of years has surfaced:
Every snow mountain in China is the base of the formation.
Mount Everest is the eye of the formation.
The whole people repaired the snow, sucking away every ray of snow soul,
They are all being unraveled step by step...
That thing sealed under the snow.
