#When the first thunder tears apart the dark night curtain, it is the horn I sound to awaken the sleeping world—between heaven and earth, I alone am supreme!

I stand atop the towering peak, the wind rolling and the sea churning like a tapestry torn and submitted beneath my feet; I shatter the thousand-fold terrifying waves, the ocean roars and crumbles to dust, leaving only the imprints beneath my feet like spells carved into the abyss. The lava spewed forth by the volcano is my boiling blood, forging the bones of mountains and rivers; my gaze is like lightning, piercing through the fog, wherever I look, all things bow down, crawling like weeds.

You call the indestructible mountains mere stones in my hand; the unfathomable oceans are but a speck of dust shaken from my boot. My existence is the sharpest manifestation of heaven's will, beyond doubt! My will spans the ages, tearing apart all feeble moans and futile struggles—fate must also bow before me.

Looking down upon the world, all beings crawl like ants on the dusty ground. My blazing eyes coldly sweep across this land, all things are but pieces on my chessboard, every move I make will shake the eight directions! There is no need for a crown; this vast universe itself is my throne.

Heaven and earth are the chessboard, and I alone hold the pieces! Who will stand with me?