Forge seven swords to face the great calamity. Across the Myriad Worlds, I alone wield a sword.
The Northern Darkness is vast and boundless, scattered far and wide, then gathered once more as the sovereign of all weapons.
I return to conceal my talents. Two lifetimes intertwine. My sword points where my heart longs to go.
Savoring the green hills, with gentle breezes and clear skies, I cultivate my nature and nurture my heart with simple meals and plain tea.
The waves of Lancang rise and fall with the tides. Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water make the myriad forms impossible to find.
I bite and chew, while the karmic flames smolder. Life and death mingle, and heaven and earth grow dark.
The eastern tides give way, and towering waves surge forth. All return to the tomb. Supreme, indeed.
At the Ruins, the Myriad Worlds lie divided by yin and yang. Ox-headed demons, snake spirits, ghosts, and monsters abound.
