Fellow Daoist, Your Yang Energy Is Too Strong

With one sword drawn, yin and yang appear; the wind carries a thousand sounds, and even ghosts and gods are moved.

I roam freely through the Five Realms, while mountains and rivers drift into a thousand dreams, all drunk with me.

I laugh as the clouds become a painting. In this life, I will not betray the immortal within my sword.

When my great task is done, I will retire with a smile by the southern ridge, becoming a star to shine upon the nine springs.