Sharpen the Road

I am a speck of dust in this world, with no spiritual roots and no mountain to rely on. Born in troubled times, life is like a piece of grass. What you seek is neither immortality nor dominance, but stability for the rest of your life. But the heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs; the sect is cold and cold, and judges life and death based on strength and weakness. The fight in the secret realm is frightening at every step, monsters and ferocious beasts are running rampant across the land, the demon world is coming, the world is overturned, and the common people are like ants. To survive, I use my mortal bones to carry the wind and rain; to survive, I use my tiny body to gain vitality. From a speck of dust under the green wooden gate to walking alone on the path to immortality. For half of my life, I have been humbled by the secular world, and half of my life has been ups and downs at the hands of others. When the wind blows and the blue sky comes, I will remain unmoved.