He once slew a god with a single strike and shattered reincarnation with another, his name shaking the Nine Heavens as he swept across countless worlds.
After a lifetime of warfare, he finally won peace for the mortal realm.
Then he cast aside all his divine power and withdrew to the countryside.
He plays the flute in the morning mist, the zither beneath the setting sun, feeds the fish, admires the flowers, and mends the fence.
He flies kites with the little ones, enjoys the simple pleasures of ordinary life, and keeps a peaceful little courtyard.
The Sword Venerable of old is now a mere mortal.
He seeks no invincibility beneath the heavens. He wishes only for this:
May the warmth of everyday life bring lasting peace year after year.
