Infinite Scripture

Countless calamities The sky is paper, the road is ink, and the sword cuts through the tower of chaos to hold up the sky. The moment does not count the passage of time, and the universe of eternity is open to me. One breath reincarnates all things, and controls the infinite splitting of the beginning. The stars are ground into crumbs in the dust, and the sun and moon are cooked into moss in a cup. Smiling at the floating ant nests in the blue sky, waving my sleeves to re-pave the sky and earth. After three thousand calamities, the soul is still alive, and the pagoda is rekindled and reincarnated. The calamity fire that burns the heart is still not extinguished, and the black ice can also cut the collarbone. The fingertips gently twist the yin and yang to rotate, and the eyes are long and unclear. Don't look to heaven for a definite number, just rely on your own will to expand the universe. This body originally came out of Hongmeng, and then broke through the void hundreds of millions of times. Dare to be alone and brave to reach the top, and stand alone in the vastness to find the source. The four directions, up and down, are the universe, and I am the universe in the past, present and future.