In his second life, he was the God of Wealth, richer than any nation;
In his fourth, he was an emperor who ruled the world;
In his seventh, he was a Medicine Immortal whose skills surpassed all others;
In his ninth, he was a romantic who could charm any woman.
A hundred thousand cycles of fate, a hundred thousand lives at their peak.
Making use of endless time, he became the ultimate perfection.
He mastered every art and skill, knowing everything there was to know;
He unraveled the mysteries of countless worlds, understanding everything;
He commanded the fate of all living things, capable of anything;
He reached the pinnacle of all ages, present everywhere.
And yet, he was doomed to live forever in the same stretch of time, unable to escape.
Then, in his hundred-thousand-and-first life, the shackles finally broke…
Like my great uncle, I have an indescribable feeling. I only have one word: God!