Oracle Oracle

Immortals are misty and have infinite power, but Hu Wei cannot save the suffering of all souls. All souls face each other day and night, weeping with grief and anger and dying without speech; they look up to the sky and shout that God will not respond. Should the weak and the good be bullied by the strong? I will smile to the sky with my sword, and I will surely call the immortals and gods to come down to earth.