In the six years since the Qin Dynasty, a group of monks dressed in cassock suddenly entered a small village on the western border of the great Qin Dynasty. Xiaoshan village was washed with blood by these vicious killers like cutting melons and vegetables. ——Except for a two-year-old boy who was lucky to be rescued by a passing Kunlun sect master. In the legend, the child did not cry in the face of such a tragedy, and even the color of grief and anger was far beyond the panic. It was just that he was in a coma because he was too sad to bear. He clenched his lower lip and bit out blood, so he tried not to shed a tear.