I borrow the fire of the human world to light the lamps of all worlds.
The scholar of the Qin Dynasty sat on the top of the mountain, his words were as eloquent as a river, and he spread the three pure things with one breath, suppressed the state of China, and made the world tremble under his pressure.
A martial artist from the deep forest appeared out of nowhere. He broke through all kinds of magic with one force, collapsed mountains and stopped rivers, and defeated everyone in the world.
There is a swordsman who cuts it off with his sword, and flowers bloom eight hundred miles away on the other side.
The painter splashes ink, the strong man carries the mountain.
The swordsman chuckled lightly, raised his hand to kill three thousand troops, and lay drunk on the grave of his old friend.
The actors sang slowly, and people from all directions came to listen. One part was human, three parts were ghosts, and four parts were gods. They waved their sleeves and shook the sky and the earth.
In a mountain village, a young man carries his sword and leaves for this world of great strife.
Intention: The world of mortals refines the heart