Snow Mud Trail

A light illuminates the fork in the road of civilization. He is not a born rebel, he is just a young man struggling between the ruler and the stream. He recited the words of thousands of years of sages, but his eyes were always looking at the butterfly breaking out of its cocoon outside the window. The running stream tells him that everything has its own way; The inkstone condensed on the inkstone taught him to abide by the eternal rules. Until the war burned his hometown, iron and blood washed away everything he knew. He was forced to make a choice between survival and justice, and suffered day and night between killing and redemption. This is an ideological expedition that no one has witnessed. Carrying the ancient wisdom of the East, he broke into a cruel world of "survival of the fittest". He weighed the general's orders with a doctor's heart; Mohist love collides with Legalist techniques; Let Zhuangzi's butterfly fly on the battlefield filled with smoke. He spent his whole life just to answer one question: When civilization faces drastic changes, should we stick to our heritage or embrace mutation? Is the road under my feet returning to my homeland, or leading to the unknown? The answer is not in any classic. The answer lies in every thrilling choice, every heart-wrenching loss, and every joy of rebirth. This is a majestic epic about how civilization "survives". Follow him, embark on this untrodden road, and witness how thoughts burst out with light that illuminates the times in the violent collision with reality.