Indifference and detachment are like ice; Xuan is profound and trance. Ice and Xuan merge into one, shocking everything in the world.
Blood, bright, dazzling; pure blue, holy, heaven. Blood is dead! Breaking the sky!
Moisten it with your own blood, kill the sky with your own sword, and call for awakening! For eternity! Fight and dominate!
The flowers in the forest have withered the spring reds, too hastily! Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. The tears of rouge leave people drunk, when will they come again? Of course, life grows and hates the water forever!
Bingxuan! Bloody death! Breaking the sky! What's the point of using the words "love" and "hatred" alone?