Some are born unfortunate, unable to hear, unable to speak.
Some are foolish and dim-witted, oblivious to the changing of the seasons all their lives.
Some are orphaned, with neither father nor mother, alone and destitute.
Some walk the road in peace, only to die suddenly beneath the hooves of a galloping horse.
Some tread cautiously through mountains and forests, but meet an unexpected end at the fangs of snakes and insects.
Unfortunate, unfortunate.
So many misfortunes in the world, and so many unfortunate people we see!
The power of forbidden Dao Techniques surged, darker than even ink, obscuring the bright moonlight.
It was like despair, cutting off all hope.
It was a shadow, a piece of fear.
It was illusory, yet also real.
It had existed before and would continue to exist in the future.
Everyone who witnessed it felt their future dim, their chances of life slim. It was as if today were their day of doom, this moment their time to die.
