The road to immortality stretches far, and the world is in turmoil. Humans and demons stand side by side as outer fiends invade.
How will a humble hunter make his way through this world of martial arts and immortals?
The north wind howls, blood rain blankets the endless sky.
Though frivolous, I was only ever a plaything.
With my long sword raised, I soar to offer it to the heavens.
You dance gracefully with your sleeves, yet your songs number a thousand.
I ask the Old Man Under the Moon about red beans and love, but the dew of fate has vanished without a trace.
Draw the immortal bow,
let the moon-bright arrow illuminate the dens of demons.
Seek the Dao at Kongtong!
The shadow of a hero drifts like duckweed, yet all that meets the eye is emptiness.
Buddha has no form, the Dao has no end.
The sword's path is one of life and death.
The vast road to immortality mourns a life gone by too soon.
The red candles and wedding lanterns have long since been extinguished.
Winter has come!
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