第1章 山神之祭 

Mountain God Festival

At sunrise, the sun rises a zhang above Fusang;
All affairs of the human world are as fine as hair.
The wild man rages at injustice,
Sharpening the eternal blade in his chest!.

In this world, divine powers have been passed down across ages,
Their influence vast and far-reaching—
Beasts that bear pearls and breathe fire dazzle the senses,
Their tales bewilder those who hear them.
They regard ten thousand years as fleeting days,
And compress countless eons into a single moment.

There are sages who journey through the ages,
Whose words still guide us today.
There are sects that stir the winds of the Nine Heavens,
Lifting a hand to churn the seas and overturn rivers.
There are emperors who map the mountains and rivers with a gesture,
Commanding the barbarians to come as guests.

In this dazzling, magnificent, and extraordinary world,
A wild man takes up his blade,
Walks ten thousand miles
And everywhere he walks, peace follows!
