Yunnan Dialect: Butterflies Rule the Heavens

Thunder and rain all night, my body chained to the rack.

The Feng family’s treacherous cur smashed the hairpin that had bound our hearts for twelve years. The faithless man trampled the only portrait my mother ever had.

My collarbones were shattered, my divine bones ripped out while I was still alive. After every kind of humiliation, they threw me into the Soul-Devouring Abyss to feed the dark miasma.

The world said Yue Chen was dead for good, with no hope of rising again.

Little did they know that at the bottom of the abyss, resentment had burned away every bond of love.

The black butterfly of Guixu broke free of its seal. Its wings covered the starry domain, its icy light pressing down upon the ten thousand Dao.

I once upheld human kindness, defended my homeland, and stood by the world’s principles. All I got in return was people pushing their luck and trying to wipe me out.

From this day on, wherever the butterfly lands, all sects bow their heads. At a single thought, all realms rise and fall.

You play dirty? I’m even more ruthless. You scheme against me? I’ll turn the whole sky upside down.

With an authentic Yunnan accent, I’ll roam the myriad worlds. With an ancient jade butterfly, I’ll suppress the cosmos.

We’ll settle our grudges face-to-face. Blood debts must be paid in blood!

Watch an abandoned son claw his way out of the abyss, wield a butterfly as his blade, and sweep across all races beneath the heavens!