The Way of Heaven follows its course, but they think it is the blessing of the gods.
Their heavenly bestowed bloodlines, they mistake for the source of calamity.
What they revere as sacred may destroy them at any moment.
What they fear like a demon will ultimately save them.
A song goes:
The road winds through darkness, its twists and turns endless; demons and specters emerge in reckless throngs.
Confusion reigns as fate descends; blazing flames soar to shatter the darkened sky.
May the people live in harmony and joy, may peace endure through a thousand autumns.
Alas, the gods cannot save us; though they know all ages, disaster comes upon them.
Fire rises from the earth and the heavens grow dim; boiling waters sear the land.
The wind howls, the rain falls in darkness; thunder rumbles, lightning cracks and flashes.
One goes alone, never to return; a thousand ashes fall, leaving only grief.
"Xi Yao, I'm begging you. Save everyone."
