A Song of the Howling Moon.
The Divine Lord Stone God perished, and Yellow Stone's soul was shattered.
The wicked Purple Bovine Evil God ran rampant, and even Heaven's Way was clouded.
The primordial world was washed in blood, as twin moons formed an evil array.
All living beings mutated, and secret arts controlled their minds.
The demonic realm had twelve levels, each with its strict rank.
The Howling Moon Immortal Venerable was the foremost in the demonic realm.
"The Legend of the Howling Moon Immortal Venerable: A Verse"
Disaster struck the primordial divine realm; Stone God fell, and Yellow Stone mourned.
The wicked Purple Bovine Evil God reveled in cruelty; Heaven's Way collapsed, and rivers ran red.
The twin-moon array imprisoned the primordial world; living beings mutated into monsters.
Secret arts became shackles, turning hearts into wolves; the demonic realm brought calamity from within.
The twelve realms stretched wide in rank, from First Dust to the summit, the road long.
The Howling Moon Immortal Venerable endured hardship; his parents were slaughtered, and tears streamed down his face.
A black-robed figure held him captive like a specter; three years of hard labor left his heart in dread.
Jie Bei poisoned him for another three years; Wang Shangdai bullied him for four.
Xing Yong exploited him for ten years, a grievous calamity; cultivation was like leeks, endlessly harvested.
His cultivation and demonic power were both stolen; body and mind alike were left grievously wounded.
Plots and schemes closed around him like a net; he endured and cultivated, his resolve as strong as steel.
The truly resolute do not falter; hardship tempers the will, making it phoenix-like.
At last he became peerless, a mighty champion, and established an immortal faction that shook the eight directions.
But reaching the summit turned him into a wolf; he followed the wicked path, exploiting and oppressing others.
The sorrowful song of the primordial world resounds through the primordial world; in the end, good and evil are hard to judge.
The immortal path is rugged, tears soaking one's clothes; this story will be remembered forever.
Ages pass in blood and frost; everywhere in the primordial world bears the marks of upheaval.
How many living beings have faded into nothingness, leaving only the Immortal Venerable's name to be passed down?
At first, the weak are bullied; later, even the overlord becomes cruel.
The immortal path is a battleground of right and wrong; how can merit, blame, and truth be weighed?
The twin moons still shine upon the primordial world, but the world has changed beyond recognition.
A sorrowful song has been sung for a thousand years, warning those who come after not to lose their way.
