A Sword Pointed Toward the Path to Immortality

The mortal world is a cage, and the dust of the mundane realm is a web. Of the three thousand Great Daos, all lead to transcendence.

I faintly remember my youth, when I held a sword and gazed up at the stars and moon. Clad in blue robes, I entered the world, unaware of the vastness of heaven and earth, or the hardships of life. Thousands of years passed in a tumult of change. When I turned back, my sword was stained with blood.