The Wind of Dark Source Rivers and Lakes Rises into the Dark World

The north wind blows snow in the forest of steles in Netherworld Valley The rusty knife is sleeping, engraved with the name of the past Who is waiting for the sleeping shadow of the sarcophagus? Forget the past, only the sound of heartbeat remains The bronze mirror reflects the light of the assassination Dark crystal undercurrent and unpredictable fate The blood spirit beast howls lowly and looks out from the cage Why does the battle begin? Dark source arises, rivers and lakes are vast Whose desire does the ancient Chinese nameplate arouse? The past is covered in dust under the white snow peak The lonely soul of the Heavenly Dragon returns to the vast world Rivers and lakes rush to the battlefield for the promise Love and hate are like knives cutting through the web of fate Who is in charge of this dark source world? The lights of the river valley illuminate the expansion of ambitions Horse hooves crush the moonlight outside Yulin Pass Qingzhou Lihua Niang Farewell Wine Aroma The sound of falling stones in front of the Yanyue platform shook all directions The sword energy tears apart the disguise vertically and horizontally The three saints of Taichang each show their talents Sighing on the example of Shuimoshan and learning from hundreds of schools of thought It's hard to imitate the depth and weight of people's hearts Lao Yuan's pagoda knife keeps a promise Shen Tuxun walked alone in the snow in search of the enemy without looking back He Xushan's ten ferocious beasts lurk secretly at the entrance of the gravel forest Ding Qing's swords flow eastward like water under the moon Qin Yunyue's white fur is like lightning, and he can see through all the grudges and grudges Zhao Qing rode his horse and ordered his troops at the head of Fengxian Bay Gongsun Aolu's fairy sword shines with cold light to capture the stars Who can walk alone in this hidden world? Who is asking if the killing will stop? Why fight for the common people or yourself? The jackdaws cry and the snow rushes in Helan There is light at the end of darkness Rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes, ancient roads, west wind, horses neighing Rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes, the setting sun shines like blood on my luggage Have another bowl of snow and make it piping hot Toward the hometown of old friends in the north No collection at night! Jackdaw is sad!​​ ​Helan Frontier Fortress is a building for a month!​​ After drinking the wine in the cup, the pagoda knife is in hand,​​ Don't worry or be afraid, I won't look back!​