I Conquer the Mountains and Seas on Foot

In the abandoned wooden house in Wugong Mountain, we opened a blood-stained diary of the Republic of China, which read: "Don't take the Western Front when the moon is red." And that night was the blood moon, and we were walking on the Western Front. Since then, strange things have haunted us—to be precise, they have haunted me. The compass turned into a compass in my hands, and I could see the shadows of my teammates floating behind me in the middle of the night. It wasn't until I touched the altar by mistake that I realized that there were "roads" all over the mountains and plains. The backflow waterfall in Medog, the late-night wedding dress in Tiger Leaping Gorge, the snow grave on the Aotai Line... Every famous hiking route hides an unknown "door". While my teammates fled and vowed never to come back again, I packed up my bags and set out again. Because those mountain beings told me: the mountain disasters of three generations of my family were not accidental. And I am destined to walk all the spiritual roads and take over the responsibilities that have been buried by mountains and years.