Bound by worldly toil, the path of the immortals offers no promise. The birth and destruction of heaven and earth make one calamity; by the reckoning, the era is nearing its autumn. Who can say whether one will perish beneath the calamity or transcend the world and attain carefree eternal life?
Above the Nine Domains, the sight of mortals ascending to immortality has not appeared for countless ages. People seek immortals across distant lands, yet the Great Dao is hard to contend for. In the end, all that remains is a handful of yellow earth. The eternal life people gaze toward is, after all, but a grand dream for bones rotting beneath the ground.
