Ask the Sword of the Heavens 2

The cold front quenches the setting sun, and the young man stands alone in the ruins of Jiuxiao. The remaining warmth of the sect's burning ashes is burned into the palm of your hand, and the last ray of the beauty's soul in your arms has dispersed into the long wind, while the pressure of heaven is like a curtain hanging from the sky, imprisoning the wailing of hundreds of millions of sentient beings in invisible shackles, not even a trace of sorrow can be heard. He asked about the words of love: If two hearts are in love but separated by thousands of miles of mountains and seas, if the contract between life and death is only a handful of bones, where should these hearts be filled with burning sincerity? He inquired about the path: If the so-called righteous path is a facade of following people's influence, if lofty ideals are a cover for seeking power and gain, then what kind of illusion should this long sword that has drunk demon blood attack? He asked the universe: If a strong man kills an ant with the palm of his hand, and a weak man can only fall into the mire in order to survive, how can this glorious world be established in the world with the name "Gong"? The sky was silent, the sun and the moon sank together, and even the wind stopped responding. The young man raised his sword, and three feet of green light suddenly rose from the rusty sword spine - to cut off love is not to cut off thoughts, but to break through three lifetimes of emotional tribulations to prove the clarity of one's heart; to ask questions is not to follow the path, but to make a huge deviation to establish new rules; to go against the universe, not to show off evil, but to create a gap for the sinking sentient beings to see the light. From then on, the sound of the sword shakes the eight wastelands, and the cold light breaks through all the laws. I use my heart as the scale to ask all the heavens, use my blood as the ink to write down the legend, and let it be told by thousands of people through the ages. I carry a sword and leave the dust, leaving my glory in the sky.