I have never seen the red wrath of Axinni ignited on the weak water. In the tombstone, there are three-sided demons, and the silence of Feitian is buried underneath. When the flames of malicious teasing jumped out of the nightmare that had been sealed for thousands of years, I saw the child with red lotus feet, holding a knife forged from the heroic soul of the God of War, with the edge pointing towards the heart of fate.
The prosperous age of the void was filled with desperate and crazy laughter, and the fallen one with black wings descended from the sky, comforting the world's humbleness with his playful tone, and mocking the prosperity with his bright and mean tone. Under the gaze of this heavenly eye, in the gorgeous ruins called Shanjian, there was a gorgeous and extravagant reception. I saw the cold and aloof military generals, the neighing hysterical war drums, the lingering lonely and sad hymns, waiting for a promise that would never come.
Then, the world turns upside down and is structured - those who drink poison to quench their thirst have no way to look back.
Thousands of lights are on, and reincarnation is vast. Irresistible destruction, the unchangeable wheel of fate. At a quick glance, the two faces were blurred, and in a blink of an eye, three hundred years passed. Waiting for life and death, withered into ashes, but it is just a page of the story, and thousands of calamities are only a moment.
Remember this eternal red lotus holy fire, breaking the barriers of Shura in the hell cycle,
This life will never end, and the fire of karma will burn forever.
Fans of "Holy Biography", Emperor Shakten x King Asura