The strange and uncanny immortals sweep across the nine heavens; the immortal path is distant, yet I will keep going. The worldly immortals are envied by all, but the road to becoming one is far away. Even if I fail to become an immortal, I will remain as I was. If I were an immortal equal to the nine heavens, the strange and uncanny would be rejected by Heaven; even immortals would be cut off from the world. Cultivate into a strange and uncanny immortal, and live as long as heaven and earth. Though ten thousand people reject me, I will still press on, tread the immortal path, cross the bridge of bones. The world envies them, but knows nothing: could those who seem like immortals be strange and uncanny beings?
