Chen Zhanzhuan

The moon shines on Chen's house, and the bells ring for old souls. The blood of our distant ancestors should be sacrificed, and those who come after us should pave the way for the past. Among all the praises, the first thing to be heard was the sound of this life being taken away. No matter how prosperous the past is, it should not overwhelm this life; no matter how high the name of the ancestors is, they should not live for those who come after. If the so-called glory must be based on living people, then let this glory stop before this body. There is no need to resurrect the distant ancestors, I will surpass them. Once the words are spoken, from now on, I will not borrow my name from the past, nor will I borrow my path from destiny. The Tao begins with one step, and love is guarded by the heart. Life, death, honor, disgrace, and cause and effect are not allowed to be written by others. Looking up to the nine heavens, we can see that beyond the first moon shadow, there is a higher sky and a colder sky. As eras rise and fall, all living beings are like firewood. Those who come late are pushed into ashes again and again, and their names are erased again and again. Then fight. You can step into a dead end, you can bear tens of thousands of sins, and you can press the old causes and effects of all the worlds into one body; but you are not allowed to sit high on the clouds of calamity, kill someone when you see one person being reversible, and destroy all living beings when you see them waking up. Tian Ruo was afraid of the sharp edge in the human world, so he used his body as the first blade to kill until Jiutian bowed his head without mentioning the human name.