Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Thinking briefly, he softly chanted, “Divine arrow shatters clouds, fire lights the sunset, mad saber drinks blood, iron blooms into flowers. The three armies thunder against mountain and hill, a call winds swiftly sweeping yellow sand. What does it matter to fight a hundred battles till one’s body turns to ashes, as long as one’s spirit remains ever expansive. A man should bathe the battlefield in blood, drunk with a green blade piercing the sun’s radiance!”

As the words settled, Zhu Xuanji appeared, offering high praise, “Good poem!”