When the young face is taken away by time, what is left in the heart?
There is unsustainable desolation and a black hole that swallows everything.
When the beacon smoke on the battlefield is extinguished by the sweet rain, what is left under the city wall?
There is a broken golden sword spirit
When the years are blown away by the wind, what will be left of this royal city?
There are fragrant grasses and warblers on the souls of the dead.
When all the stars are burned up by the calamity fire, what will be left in this universe?
There is the great god Brahma who has just awakened.
Under the desolate sky, the billowing smoke has long since fallen. Even the sword spirit no longer mourns. The grass and oriole have also lost their lives. The entire era is coming to an end, but there will still be that immortal legend.
——God King and Demon Lord.