Clouds like blood over the Myriad Demons Mountains
A man kneels to the ground, unwilling to rise for a long, long time
The dynasty's grand tournament stirs up the winds of change
A golden-scaled carp rides the wind, rises above the mundane, transforms into a dragon, and roars across ten thousand miles
With countless foes and enemies, I stand guard. Why, then, do your brows gather in sorrow?
With spear in hand, I defend the borders from demons. For ten thousand generations, the name Chu will never be forgotten
Though my heart is broken, the Way endures. Alone, I claim the Three Sovereign Realm
All dreams awaken, the heart of the Way is clear. In white robes, spear in hand, I battle the gods
The world's first, untouched by dust. A lifetime's greatest enemy: Chu Dog One
