the great demon descends into the world roll the wind and clouds for thousands of miles, the field of corpses without return. The sons and daughters, sighing at the red dust rolling, holding a horse with a knife and not looking back. The saints sit in the clouds, the evil spirits walk in the daytime. Wei came from a humble place, stepped on the yellow spring, swallowed the boundless sea of suffering, just to prove that - the Way of Heaven is dead! The way of man should rise!
