The sky and the earth are long, white clouds and gray dogs.
A few springs and autumns are like ten thousand years.
The road at that time was a tomb with fate hanging upside down.
Walking alone, suddenly looking back, the road back is an abyss, and there is no light ahead.
The sky collapses and gods and demons perish, saints disappear and demons are in chaos.
In troubled times and great calamities, I, Chen Changge, can only hold my sword to clear the way. When encountering mountains, I can move mountains, and when encountering rivers, water can be cut off.
The road is my own and I only need to walk alone.