The tenacious will, the highest ideal, and the endless blood burning the sky.
The way of heaven is broken in my hands, and reincarnation is created.
When the world collapses, I will plant the World Tree to feed back the world.
There are three thousand avenues, but it is not as good as my thought that a flower will bloom, a grain of soil can fill the ocean, and a hair can carry thousands of mountains.
I am, the Patriarch of the Imperial Way!
