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With auspicious purple skin, a majestic sight,
Mighty and fierce, like a tiger in fight.
Ice and fire clash, a battle so dire,
In scorching hills and frigid lands, a path of mire.
The Bull King sat on the mountaintop, utterly exhausted and unable to move.
He watched as the Bishui Beast limped away from the battlefield. He thought about calling out to it but decided against it.
His longest-serving mount had been heartlessly driven away by him, without even a backward glance. His most trusted weapon had been taken by his own son and discarded who knows where.
The Bull King glanced at the bloodstains on his body. His old wounds had not yet healed, and now there were new ones. That brat's Firepoint skills had improved again.
Initially, when the boy learned of his origins, he clamored for revenge every day. Fearing that his son would bring about his own demise, the Bull King had locked him up for a while and assigned the Bishui Beast to guard him. Unexpectedly, Red Boy managed to escape, and by the time the Bull King arrived, the beast had chased and fought him for quite a while, leaving the boy pinned under its claws, barely alive.
It was the beast's fault for being so ruthless, forcing him to severely injure it to save his son. What was wrong with that?
Fortunately, he had held back enough to let the reckless beast keep its life. But who would have thought that the brat's injuries were faked?
Now, the tables had turned, and the son had imprisoned the father. Retribution, it seems, does not come from the karma but from the hearts of men.
"The one who wanted to save you, you drove away; the one who wanted to kill you, you saved?"
A familiar voice echoed from the depths.
"Yes, you can save me, and I can save you too, but who will save us?" The Bull King's head began to ache again.
This scene opens after a violent clash between extremes—fire and ice—leaving a battlefield of scorching hills and frozen ground. The Bull King sits exhausted on a mountaintop, unable to move, watching the Bishui Beast limping away. The imagery shows a brutal fight has just ended and the Bull King is badly wounded and breathless.
The main people and creatures here are the Bull King, his son called Red Boy, and the Bishui Beast. The Bishui Beast had been both the Bull King’s long-serving mount and the guard assigned to watch over Red Boy. Red Boy learned something about his origins and reacted by demanding revenge every day. The Bull King feared his son would kill him, so he locked Red Boy up and put the Bishui Beast in charge of guarding him.
Red Boy escaped despite the guard. The beast chased and fought him, and it appeared to have badly injured the boy—leaving Red Boy pinned under its claws and barely alive. In response, the Bull King severely wounded the Bishui Beast in order to save his son. He says he held back enough to let the beast live, but he still drove the beast away afterward. At the same time, Red Boy had taken the Bull King’s most trusted weapon and discarded it.
Those events turn out to be a bitter irony. Red Boy’s injuries were faked, and now he has imprisoned his father. The Bull King realizes he pushed away the one creature that wanted to protect him and spared the one who wanted to kill him. The text frames this as a lesson that retribution here comes from people’s choices, not fate or karma.
The immediate result is that the Bull King is wounded, stripped of his mount and weapon, and betrayed by his son. A familiar voice points out the cruel reversal, and the Bull King answers that although each could save the other, neither can tell who will save them now. The closing image is his growing headache, signaling pain, regret, and an uncertain, dangerous future where loyalties have been broken and power has shifted to Red Boy.