Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
Shaped like a wasp yet large as a duck, its venomous sting grown to match that monstrous size. They never hunt alone but roam in small packs, the most feared trial at the foot of Mount Kunlun. Those they sting do not die at once. They watch, wide-eyed, as they rot away inch by inch. Where the barb pierces, flesh begins to fester. The corruption spreads outward from the wound, slow and unrelenting. Should you fail to escape a pack of Qin Yuan, pray water or fire is close at hand. Only clean water washes away the venom, and only flame burns out what remains before the rot takes hold. Eat its heart, and that corruption gathers in your fingertips. Whatever your hand touches begins to rot. The longer your touch lingers, the deeper it spreads, until even bone softens and crumbles. But your hands cannot tell friend from foe. The one you reach for will wither beneath your touch, inch by inch. You can rot an enemy to nothing with a single touch but never again safely take the hand of someone you love.
状如蜂，却大如鸳鸯，一根毒刺，也随着那副身躯长得惊人。它们从不独行，总是三五成群，是昆仑山脚最无人愿闯的一道关。 被它蜇中的人，不会当场毙命，只会眼睁睁看着自己一寸寸烂去。毒刺入肉之处，血肉便从伤口开始腐蚀、溃败，缓慢却绝不停歇地向四周蔓延。若躲不过这一群欽原，便祈祷身边尚有水火。唯有清水能冲去毒液，烈火能灼死残毒，才有机会在腐蚀蔓延之前，将它截断。 食其心者，得其腐蚀，收于十指之间。你掌心贴上谁的皮肉，那皮肉便开始烂；贴得越久，烂得越深，直至连骨头也酥碎。 可你这双手，认不得敌友。你伸手去扶的人，去拥抱的人，去牵起的手，都将在你掌心下，一寸一寸地烂去。 从此你能一掌腐尽仇敌，却再不能安然握住你所爱之人的手。
棲 崑崙之丘 Mount Kunlun
有鳥焉，其狀如蜂，大如鴛鴦，名曰欽原。