I was born a good-for-nothing and had no chance of becoming an immortal. It was decided that I could only spend my whole life copying books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
In despair, I actually heard the voices of all things:
The divine sword is wailing, the elixir is crying, and even a stone has its own story.
So, when everyone in the world is competing for the so-called treasures of heaven, materials and earth,
I began quietly collecting those forgotten curios.
Using heaven and earth as the furnace and all things as medicine, I will eventually refine the supreme Tao elixir that belongs to me alone!
