I cultivate longevity anew. The heretics and demons of the various paths are no more than pawns along the way. The opportunities that come my way are likewise all part of a fate arranged long ago. I break through the heavens once more, yet still cannot escape the cycle of destiny.
I travel through every realm and see through the world's dangers and treachery. Should I sink into depravity, or withdraw from the world to cultivate in seclusion? Who can truly grasp the taste of it all? The Heavenly Dao is not the human way, and the Buddhist path is no path to salvation. I cultivate the supreme art and forge an indestructible body. At last, I attain the sacred realm, destroy the Heavenly Dao, and ascend once more to the celestial court.
The Pure Land is no pure place, and those in the sacred realm are no saints. It is all just fiendish schemes, open struggles, and the slaughter of rebels. You have your plots and tricks, but I have brothers and loved ones! I sever demonic thoughts, unite through loyalty and affection, forge an immortal-demonic body, and cultivate the heart of the Great Dao. I destroy Buddhism and cleanse the Dao, restoring order. The heavens are cleared, and the mystic sects flourish.
I attain the supreme throne and ascend to the highest divine palace. I open the underworld to purge the remnants, and clear the River of Forgetfulness to wash away evil thoughts. The demonic path turns on itself, plunging the world into chaos. The flames of desire flare anew, burning heaven and earth. Only then do I understand that what people call cultivation is merely using power as a furnace, the people as medicine, and desire as its flame, all to secure a position of personal supremacy.
I shatter the gates of the gods, burn the flowers of desire, and restore clarity to heaven and earth. The human way is the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao resides in the hearts of the people.
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