The demon transcends the clouds and bears the vast ocean, enduring a thousand layers of sin before raising its head to knock upon the azure heavens. The sage plucks the stars with his hands, with the sun and moon shining in his heart. High above the nine heavens, a thousand years are but a brief age. The divine man seeks no merit, the sage no fame. Between heaven and earth, a single tree blooms with ten thousand flowers. Demon or sage, I am them all.
