The Demon-Defying Journey: Rise of the Ghost Emperor

The road is hard, the road is hard. So many forks, where does the way lead now? Thick demonic mist obscures the view, while the heart's lamp glimmers, lighting the dust. The demonic path is perilous, its waves rising high; the world changes, and the years press on. Alone, I venture into the abyss, its depths unknown; like duckweed adrift, I cannot command my fate. A thousand boats all head toward the sea, while a single reed glides atop the waves. Startled swallows scatter, the fish flee and vanish,

Only the soul-sail stands proud here. When the sky clears and the clouds disperse, I clasp my hands behind my back, gaze straight at the heavens, and laugh.