Han Flute Cultivation Record

I take the Milky Way as a string, and use the sun and moon as my foot to adjust the palace merchants. The finger sweeps the wind and thunder and lifts the purple pole, and the mouth swallows the stars and shakes the eight wastelands. One song shattered three thousand realms, and ten thousand sounds collapsed and destroyed the nine heavens. Dare to laugh at the gods, there is no wonderful rhyme, only the wild sound breaks through the vastness. With the sound of the right way, he created nine tunes that shook all the deserts. The tunes were all born from the heart and contained full of emotions.