Record of the Witch God

When history becomes legend,

when legend becomes myth,

when even myth has become mottled and faded,

when the sands of time bury everything,

our names and our stories still spread through the long river of time,

just like the sun hanging high in the sky, eternally shining upon the earth, never fading.

Remember, there once was such a group of people. They stood upright between heaven and earth like pillars holding up the sky, never bowing their heads or kneeling to anyone.

They held wind and thunder in their hands, stepped on dragons and serpents beneath their feet, split the earth with their fists, and shattered stars with their palms. They were our ancestors, they shared the same bloodline as us, they walked the earth calling themselves Wu, and after shattering the void, they became Wu Gods!