The Great Sage

I woke up from the coffin, opened my eyes and looked at the coffin board. From the moment I moved my body slightly, the coffin board could no longer hold me down. The demons are terrifying, the human race is declining, the demons are invading, and the god of war with divine patterns rises up to resist. The heroes' bones are piled high, creating immortal legends. The heroes' souls are still there under the martyrs' monuments, and they sing war songs and soul songs. The blood surges like a volcano, and the feelings are like an iron-blooded will. … Looking back on the past, every time Ning Po looked up at the sky, what appeared in front of his eyes were the lovely smiling faces and the determination to die generously.