On the night of the full moon, no sword immortal in the world dares draw their sword.
At the immortal realm of Mount Hua, Yin and Yang seal the heavens, and the Five Supremes bow in submission.
Beneath the full moon, with the river blocked, the Demon Master and Evil Emperor are mere children.
On Mount Wudang, an old Taoist ascends on the spot with his primordial spirit and dharma form.
At the Great Thunderclap Monastery, I put an arm around Tang Sanzang and nodded to his fellow disciples, Sun Wukong and the others.
“Remember this: I’ll kick the door open in a moment. Beat up every Buddha you see!”
“Got it!”
Outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, I looked at the three-eyed man, the lotus-root spirit, and the stone monkey behind me.
“Same as always! I’ll kick the Southern Heavenly Gate open in a moment. We beat up every god we see!”
“Got it!”
Some say I can foresee the future and regard me as a saint of reincarnation.
Some fear my bloody methods and call me a devil descended upon the world.
Some envy my carefree life and hail me as a living immortal.
Some witness my merciful salvation and worship me as a Buddha who saves the world.
I have many titles and many names, but none of them are me!
My name is Shen Qiu!
I’m just an ordinary human passing through. I don’t have that kind of power.
