From Gaowu to the End of the World

A sword crosses the sky and the stars fight against the cold, and the thunder and fire from the sky temper the golden elixir. The plaque on the Nantian Gate was trampled to pieces, and the East China Sea was hung upside down as cups and plates. In the sleeves are twin mirrors of the sun and the moon, and in the palm of the hand the mountains and rivers shrink. I smile and point to the floating clouds covering the emperor's throne. Immortality is in my heart.