Hengtian God

Born in the mortal world and clothed in cloth, his spiritual roots are shallow and his life is like mud. Don't climb up to the immortal mansion to be a guest in Qingyun, don't envy the wonders of nature given by heaven. In the morning, the clear dew condenses into the sea of ​​qi refining, and at dusk, I accompany the solitary lamp to realize mysteries. The cold rock is dry and the wind is invading my bones. I walk alone on the dangerous path and my clothes are dyed with frost. Despite thousands of calamities and setbacks, the heart is still cold, and despite thousands of failures, the determination remains unwavering. There is no path to immortality in the mortal world, and you can climb the ladder with a firm heart. Even if there is no aura to connect to the divine bones, he still breaks through the canni with his perseverance. When the Tao reaches the sky, you will know that the power of clumsiness is better than the beauty of heaven.