This Punch Is Called Nirvana

The genius is born, the wind and clouds are turbulent, where can you hide in a mediocre life? No blood, no chance, only two lines of blood and tears; My brother is burying his bones, but his blood is not yet cold, and his liver and gallbladder are shining brightly at night and cracking the sky. The beauty is dead, the hairpin is still warm, a promise burns the heart and turns into a phoenix; After thousands of tribulations, the sky will be shattered, and even a humble life dares to fight for the Immortal King. Breaking mountains and rivers, going against the yin and yang, rising alone to fight against all odds; Blood is ink, bones are the seal, and the world is full of injustice and madness. When I punch open the day of annihilation, I will smile and point out that all the gods will die!