Above the Yellow River, why do towering waves surge as dragons and serpents roar?
Atop Kunlun’s peak, why does golden light blaze for tens of thousands of feet, with a heavenly palace appearing and disappearing?
Beneath Fusang, why does a dragon coffin bob on the waves while a pill furnace lies in ruins?
Spiritual qi revival brings myths back to life.
I spin a colossal lie, deceiving the people of countless worlds.
I stand behind the curtain, the mastermind pulling the strings.
