In the ancient war between immortals and demons, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the immortals perished, and all the worlds were imprisoned. The path to immortality became elusive. A down-and-out young man unexpectedly obtained a sacred treasure, and from then on rose steadily to greatness, embarking on the path of cultivation. Whoever blocks him, god or Buddha, will be slain.
A poem from later generations reads: "With a beauty's knees for my pillow, I watch the tide of mortal life at leisure. The immortal path is lost in clouds and mist; I roam freely, following my own nature."
