The Great Dao of the Unbound

In this life, all I ask is to be free of unwarranted troubles. Outside an ancient temple, the wind cuts like a knife. His Taoist robe snaps in the gale. He stands straight as a spear, alone and apart from the world. For the one he loves, for the path to immortality, what does it matter if the whole world stands against him? He strides over the countless bones of mighty cultivators, laughing as he points his blade at the heavens.