Hunting Japanese Prisoners

Only those who are loved have the courage to go a long way. Heaven is alive. A giant beast has been sleeping for eternity, using itself as a cage to imprison the entire world. Seventy-three generations of sun hunters have shot into the sky and been martyred from generation to generation, but no one has died a happy death. Yu Ling is the seventy-fourth generation. The first time he drew the bow, he lost the feeling in one of his fingers. The second time, the vision of his left eye narrowed forever. The lines spread across his body. Every time an arrow was fired, the sky curtain healed a little, and he was sewn tighter by the sky curtain. One day, lines will gather in the heart, the heart will be broken first, and the person will die first. But there is always someone looking up in the darkness. It wasn't because he was so brave, but because there were people behind him sewing a cloak for him under the light, waiting for his return on the threshold, and someone holding hot noodles and asking him, "Brother, have you eaten?" This is a tragic sky survey that spans eternity, where destiny is bitingly cold and the human world is burning hot. He opened the eyes of the world to see the sky, and the world helped him catch his way home. Positioning in one sentence: A young man who is lifted up by love uses his life as an arrow to shoot through the eternal prison for the world.