I died three times for all living beings: slain fighting demons, slain while upholding the Way, slain protecting the people.
My sect was destroyed, my friends and family scattered. I alone survived in this world, thanks to an immortal body that cannot die.
I saw that the immortal realm was no pure land, so I turned and descended into the mortal world. I founded a new sect to fight those so-called immortals and settle what is right and wrong.
I do not fight to protect the Way. I fight without end against the immortal path that twists right and wrong!
