The beginning and end of origin, among the six paths, a lone soul wanders in the confusion of unclear paths, like an unconscious journey. But can the end of this journey be the end or the starting point? In the land of China, there is a bronze tripod suspended between the strange peaks. Inside the tripod, there is a blazing fire, and two swords, one green and one red, are crossed. The brilliant light contained in the two swords continuously flows through the sword body, causing the sword body to vibrate to the point of buzzing. It seems to be lingering, and it seems to be whining. Suddenly, the two swords drew out and shot towards the sky. Suddenly, green rainbows pierced the sun across China and even the six realms, with a huge momentum. That wisp of soul looked up to the sky and howled violently, and disappeared in an instant. He understood that this destined vortex would suck everything in, regardless of the future or the present.
(Have everything been forgotten in the vast world? I still keep that truth.)