I Speak Heaven's Decrees, Slaying a Million Demons with Poetry

Endless, boundless fires of war spread across the land. Savage beasts, vicious birds, and monsters as large as mountains roamed the earth, leaving devastation wherever they went.

An old man walked silently, tears of rage in his eyes, grief filling his heart. He held a book in one hand and a ruler in the other, heading toward the monsters. His pace quickened with every step.

"I am a lotus rising from the mire, yet an old woman could bend and pluck me."

"How dare I compare myself to the precious golden lotus? My heart soars to the heavens, yet fate has dealt me a cruel hand."

Wherever the old man arrived, demons fell in heaps, their bloodlust soaring for thousands of miles. One man, one book, standing alone against a thousand armies. Though old and lacking in talent, he would die without regret.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.