The Boundless True Scripture

The Boundless Tribulation

The firmament is paper, the Dao is ink; my sword splits chaos, my tower props up the sky.

In an instant, ages pass; through the eternal cosmos, I carve a path.

One breath turns into myriad forms; I wield the boundless and shatter the beginning.

I grind galaxies to dust, boil sun and moon into moss in my cup.

I smile as the vast blue becomes an ant's nest, and sweep my sleeve to lay out heaven and earth anew.

Three thousand tribulations pass, yet my soul endures; I rekindle the tower's ashes to illuminate the cycle of rebirth.

Tribulation's flames burn my heart, yet cannot extinguish it; even ice that locks my bones can be broken.

With a gentle twist of my fingertips, yin and yang turn; in my eyes, the bones of Buzhou hang forever.

I seek no fixed destiny from the Heavenly Dao; by my own spirit, I open the mysterious expanse.

My body came from primordial chaos; I will shatter the void billions of times more.

Daring to climb the peak alone, I face the boundless and seek the source.

All that lies above, below, and in every direction is space; past and future alike are time, and I am its master.