The Picture of a Hundred Ghosts' Night Banquet

The Great Dao has cycled for billions of years, while countless disasters and tribulations have descended upon the mortal world. You shall cross mountains of blades and seas of fire; boundless killing tribulations will slay true immortals. Take up a three-foot blade, ride forth, and claim the land. Hear the three thousand paths of the world; watch all living beings and comprehend true Zen. My heart seeks the Dao and its true meaning, yet the years flow by like water. A young man's ardent blood comes to naught; all his ambitions amount to empty talk. Even beauties as lovely as paintings will become dry bones buried in the earth. Even a phoenix terrace of five colors will grow wild with weeds, its treasures ruined. Even an army that pacifies the world is but a band of fools who know nothing of immortals. Even genius that surpasses the four seas leaves behind only a lonely name for others to discuss. Then suddenly, divine light rises from the underworld, and a chart of a hundred ghosts bursts from the earth. The Heavenly Spirits bow to protect the golden body; the Earthly Fiends race about in joy for their lord. When the Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends are united, thunder rises from level ground and transforms one into a Luoxian.