A lonely soul in the sky, wandering without a trace,
Falling into Xuantian, dwelling on withered bones.
People all over the city hid their faces as if to avoid ghosts;
Under the city gate, black blood condensed with frost.
Only a solitary sword remains with me,
Reborn from the bones,
Get out of a desperate situation.
His name is Li Hao,
A swordsman who crawled out from among the dead.
I go here just to cut through the sky,
Let all the ways surrender,
Standing at the top of the sword.
Even if the road ahead is full of abyss,
He also dares,
In the body of a dead man,
Lend another lifetime of sharpness to the sky.
