Nuwa's stone soul is the result of the emperor's hard work.
The front emerges from the wilderness, and the calamity is tempered by thousands of battles.
Dao is the bone, killing is the soul, and destiny is the sheath to guard the cold.
My whole life is empty, I have never realized my true self
I don't know the importance of love, and I tend to mess with the world.
It's a sword, not a sword, it's Cang He.
Concept: All living creatures have love, even a sword understands the word love and lives up to it