The Sky-Pillaring Daoist Sect

With a bow on his back aglow in the sunset and a sword gleaming with frost, I ride through the autumn wind and leave Xianyang. My bold spirit scorns the eight wastelands; on my long journey, sorrow flows through the night as dawn breaks.

The meaning of life is to exist. To keep existing, one may sometimes even give up one's life. One may choose to give up in life, but must never give up the right to choose. That is a right every living being should possess. This is the Heavenly Dao.