A humble scholar, with bones as thin as feathers, treads the foul wind; his blood, congealed into cinnabar, scorns the Daoist master.

Claws shatter cities and devour the sun and moon; a demonic heart refines the world and scorns the heavens.

The cauldron melts all laws to open a new realm; the sword shatters a thousand sects to reach the summit.

Do not concern yourself with the affairs of good and evil throughout the ages; only a single thought can govern the primordial chaos.