At the beginning of chaos, there was a bloody storm, and twin ghosts descended against the sky. On the battlefield of fighting, countless lives were buried. Looking down with cold eyes, smiling at the impermanence of life and death. I can't find the light, but I'm covered in bruises. The vast universe is despairing in silence. Indifferent and bloody, I am also the king when I fall into the devil's path. The red dust is rolling, and the flowers on the other side of the road to Huangquan are blooming. The night is long, and the road back leads to the end of the world. Who can see through the cause and effect of reincarnation? Stepping out of the world, I would rather be alone and lonely. I wanted to play in the world, but I didn't expect to be involved in a thousand-year bond. Life and death follow each other, ending endless loneliness. Staring proudly, returning to hell, so what?