Jiuyi Divine Path

Cangwu clouds float in the sky, and the seventy-two peaks hide the jade tower. In front of the mausoleum of Emperor Shun, the Xiang bamboos shed tears, and the red scales swam on three-thirds of the stones. The wind of witchcraft darkens the dawn of Qianyan, and the rhyme of Chu follows Qingqiu in thousands of valleys. Whoever steps on the divine path to find the Nine Cauldrons, Cangwu's descendants will hold the Lingqiu. The black bird carries the book in its hand through the fog, and the green luan flutters its wings and carries the stars. Xiang Yao's remnant soul sinks into Yunmeng, and the gluttonous evil spirit locks Zezhou. The flag of blood sacrifice shakes the cold moon, and the words of bone chain rungs move on the high hills. The tear crystals melted into the Xiang River and turned into clear waves that circled Emperor Qiu. Immortal words spread in the depths of Jiuyi, saying that there are several autumns in the human world. It's not Cangwu's true bloodline, Mo Tanyou Palace is at the top. Now that I have passed Sanshishi, I can still see the remains of a monument recording old travels. Where are the Hunan girls singing? The misty waves on the river make people sad. The long journey of God will eventually come to an end, and only the green mountains will remain forever. Let the jade cong sink into the water and let the wind and rain wash away the barren hills.