Extraterrestrial demons dance in wind and smoke, while kindling hides beneath the dark night sky.
The Milky Way stretches far and wide, impossible to cross; waves of clouds roll for ten thousand miles, stirring up raging tides.
Layer upon layer of demonic shadows obscure the bright moon, while waves of demonic miasma coil around mountains and rivers.
Who in the mortal world can understand what this means? Only a lonely soul weeps in the cold night.
The battle between gods and demons rages without end; heaven and earth are overturned, and the blood has yet to dry.
When will all living beings cross the sea of suffering? There is only one point of light in the heart.
May I wield a wisdom sword to cut through demonic obstacles and restore clear skies over all the human realm.
I fear no storm stirred up by the dancing demons, for there is true feeling in my heart.
Who am I? Who am I meant to be?
Nine out of ten things in life go wrong, so why am I always one of those nine?
