Qianyuan Order

I walk in the world, looking at the people of the world who are like ants, walking in the mist, boundless... They avoided the bloody guillotines, the bottomless graves that could be seen everywhere, the sharp blades of fellow villagers and the silver bullets sprayed from pistols... The originally pure and innocent soul has long been exhausted, riddled with holes, and stained with black ink and red blood... In the end, they have to beware of those thousands of sweet and melodious voices. They come from the milky white mist, saying words that are not true or false but very tempting, guiding them to create miracles without knowing anything, and guiding them step by step into the bottomless tomb, sinking forever... And I, walking in the world, will inevitably be jealous of others, so I can only fight to the death to find a way to survive and seek the truth that has sunk for a long time...