Abstract Door

Ride the clouds straight up to the ninth heaven, temper a sword a hundred times, and name it Seven Killings.

Draw the blade and slay the dragon's son, then fly on your sword and roam the world.

Point the sword at heaven and earth, sever yin from yang, and debate right and wrong over wine and poetry.

Dragons and tigers clash, and the lakes grow turbid. See through the mortal world, then return on your sword.