"The True Saint of Heaven and Earth..."
Murmured the powerful beings of all the Ancestral Witch nations who had set foot beyond the universe.
All showed expressions of incredulity, as if witnessing the descent of Gods and Demons, inducing a fear beyond reason.
What realm is this??
It is a stage that even the terrifyingly ancient civilizations, celebrated for their epoch-spanning myths across countless heavenly bodies, longed to achieve...
They all felt as if their worldviews had been entirely overturned.
Leaving aside the mysterious realm, just this stanza alone:
The vast shifting of Yin and Yang, divine life is like morning dew.
Diving in the star streams, immortality is but the dusk.
This poem is enough to make one feel amidst the universe, facing the grandeur of the cosmos and the insignificance within boundless worlds, overwhelmed by a tremendous fear.
Even the glorious eras of civilizations vanished like smoke in the cosmic transformations of Yin and Yang!
