Martial Arts

The sky stretches boundless, the earth stretches boundless; a lone rider travels a thousand miles to Huanggang.

Black smoke rises, yellow sand swirls; zithers and kotos play a mournful tune.

They tell of sorrow, they speak of grief; the human heart is hard to fathom, like a demon, like a wolf...

How could the path of cultivation ever be smooth sailing? Only by surviving adversity with unyielding will and riding the tide can one achieve immortality.