Grass Buries the Heavens

One spear routs a million troops. I prove my Dao through slaughter; while others cultivate immortality, I cultivate grass.

Others wield swords. I enter the Dao through grass.

The young man crawled out of a mass grave, gripping a spear and winding grass around it,

with a single blade of dry grass, he slays every enemy across the Myriad Worlds!

So what if I have no spiritual roots? So what if I've been bullied?

I take grass as my Dao and my spear as my edge.

From this day on:

If gods block my way, I'll slay the gods; if demons block my way, I'll kill the demons.

If heaven and earth refuse to yield, I'll bury the heavens in grass!