These Four Legs, Nuwa, You Are Sure to Hold Them

I was once the pillar of the East China Sea. Three mountains and five mountains grow on my back, and fairy music floats on my scales. For 120,000 years, I carried those immortals who drank from the dew and feasted on the clouds, and listened to them laughing and cursing, "A stupid Ao is as immovable as a mountain" - they forgot that it was the arrows that nailed my kind to death, and when the North Sea was dyed red with blood, who dared to move? Until the sky cracked. Nuwa looked at me while caressing the cracked sky, with compassion and coldness intertwined in her eyes: "The common people need the four poles." The severe pain of the divine ax tearing apart the wilderness! I heard the roar of my own leg bones breaking, louder than when Gonggong knocked down Buzhou Mountain. The four legs turned into pillars that supported the sky. The blood-soaked pillars held up the blue sky that she had repaired. The fairy mountain is still floating. But all I have left is my body crawling on the bottom of the sea. The group of immortals riding on luan and phoenix looked down, their voices quenched with ice: "Gui Xu is the destination of waste." When I fell, I was laughing. The weak water from Guixu eroded my wounds, and the ancient resentful spirits gnawed at my internal organs. Does it hurt? Nothing beats the chance of losing your foot! The dying cries of the clan resounded in the chaos, the scream of Nuwa's ax breaking through the wind, the sneer of the gods abandoning me like worn shoes... Hatred is the only kind of fire, burning the ruins! When the dark crystal pierces the tortoise shell, when the dark fire burns out the pupils, I stand in the abyss with hatred as my footing. The sunken Daiyu Fairy Mountain is reborn on my skeleton, and the dead soul of Long Bo Giant raises the flag for me. "Look -" my roar shook the East China Sea Dragon Palace, "the sky you propped up with my bones..." I want it to fall on the heads of all living beings! "