Heraldic Dawn

At dusk, a boy riding an ox holds a piece of grass in his hand, swinging it as the cow moves forward, leaving a shadow on the ground through the shade of the trees. It was originally a harmonious picture, but the boy's face looked chaotic, like a mess of lines. But a voice came from his mouth. The voice was desolate, distant but clear, and it seemed to be coming from his ears: "The divine pattern is the only dawn that can help this vast land escape from the sea of suffering!" In an inn, a young man with martial arts dreams woke up leisurely. The story begins.