[Otherworld + Transmigration + Savior]
A lone old man aboard a boat, with a man, a jug of wine, and a zither.
White mist swirls, the zither’s notes drift on, and everyone gazes on.
Like lofty mountains and flowing waters, his tender affections are endless. He seems an immortal descended to earth.
The world says, "The Wine Immortal roams the mortal realm, experiencing every facet of human life and opening up a vast new world for humankind."
Cultivators all say, "Those of us who walk this path should be like the Sage of the Zither: establishing the heart of heaven and earth, securing the lives of the people, continuing the lost teachings of the sages of old, and bringing peace to all ages."
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon