Mortals Break the Sky

The law of heaven regards me as a rotten dog, so I should trample the law of heaven like a rotten dog! The law gives me the spiritual root, and I maintain the spiritual root to recast the law! What a genius, what a dust! Who is the panacea and who is mediocre! It's up to me to decide! Who I am! I have the final say! The world calls me a mortal, a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved, yet I want to use this piece of rotten wood to break the dome!