The Road Is Clear

The road is long and long; the sword is straight and sharp, more than three feet long. When Ren Hao opened his eyes and looked at the world for the first time, he saw "Tao". Ren Hao walks on his own path and doesn't understand why sentient beings struggle. If the people on the mountain don't experience blood-stained stories, how can they understand what it means to be a "human"?