"Before the Supreme, there was Heaven; even Gods and Demons were before Immortals and Buddhas.
In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, is there really no end? All creations still cling to a ray of hope in the heavens.
During the Primordial Era's chaotic times, Myriad Demons descended,
The Divine King in fury plucked Buzhou Mountain from the earth.
Mourning the vast skies, crying for all beings,
The Primordial Era lasts not just a myriad of years."
These children were not very old, around seven or eight years of age, each holding a hawthorn candy in their hands, shouting up and down the streets.
Xu Zimei slightly frowned and called out to a few of the kids.
"My little friends, I'd like to ask you something."
The children looked at Xu Zimei warily, their senses of caution fairly good.
"What is it?" The oldest among the children spoke up, asking.
"The song rhyme you just sang, what does it mean?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"You don't know this?" the child replied.
