The world is dazzling as a garden in bloom. A lifetime is but dust, and drunken rapture is no more than a dream between life and death. How different is the celestial cloud, after all? The sun blazes, and Heaven's flames will rise in their own time. No one can outlast a lifetime. Cross the cycle of reincarnation, contend for nine lifetimes. The peonies bloom, but in the end, all must part.
Who in this world can forget death? Brush away the mortal dust. The road ahead is long, but with my sword, I shall cleave open Heaven and Earth!
A lonely city, an old man, a youth, a child, all wretched and alone. A phantom in my heart. I know not who I am; I only know the name of the old man, Hong. Only then did I realize who I was. The life-and-death tribulation of the Heavenly Abyss, a divine mirror binding me in dreams, proving myself in solitary rebirth, stepping into the netherworld at the end of the path!
After tens of thousands of steps, I crossed mountains, rivers, lands, and realms, searching through provinces, prefectures, and a hundred cities, only to encounter the warmth and coldness of human nature. By the time I reached the celestial clouds, I had become a youth. I arrived at the Mist Sect at the wrong time, and remember only the green-robed figure in the medicine hall. I did not know that the green-robed beauty was gravely ill, her youth already gone. When the plum blossoms bloom, my cultivation will be spent. I shall venture beyond the realms and fight for every fleeting moment between life and death.
A grain of sand can attain the Dao, a leaf can become an immortal, and a fisherman can cut down every path from which none return, proving the Dao by slaying immortals!
