The Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven

Ten years ago, three knights on white horses went to Western Chu. Ten years later, one man rode alone to the border. The thunder clouds hung low in the nine heavens. Immortals sat high in the clouds and looked down on the world. The murderous aura of Yueyang City and the soldiers were surging. Although there were tens of thousands of enemies, I was still the same. I went to Yangguan with my sword to recruit old troops, and I killed Yama with a hundred thousand banners.