Phoenix's Allure

This realm belongs to him, and to her. Kill gods when you meet them, kill Buddhas when you meet them. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, all splendid along the way. With a turn of the hand, clouds gather; with another, rain falls. Decades of splendor, and the realm at her fingertips. Who is warming wine as the plums turn green, having calculated every twist and turn of the sixty-four hexagrams? A flourishing realm, a lifetime of youth spent lightly. Whoever dares offend me, no matter how far away, will be put to death!