My Cultivation Destroyed, I Became Their Prisoner

The mortal world's dust has washed away the spirits of old, and at the Jade Terrace, a bond of stone and wood is renewed. A grudge that razes cities coils into a thousand fathoms of entanglement; a heart that drowns seas boils in anguish!

The cuckoo cries blood, and spring bears sorrow. Green Pearl falls from the tower, her jade still light. Jade Mountain crumbles as it pours out its heart: Let us drink, let the cup never stop.