Traces of Red Dust

Refining a sword for ten thousand days is like that? I remember the lights behind me. Seeing all the warmth and coldness in the world, this trip to the world of mortals is not in vain. Only when I know the faces of thousands of sentient beings can I realize that my heart is the most ruthless. The Tao is ruthless but affectionate. When you put away your sword, there will be no more immortals in the mortal world.