In the ten directions, no image casts a shadow; among the six realms, no trace marks his path.
He has escaped beyond the Three Realms and stands outside the Five Elements.
Amid the mortal world, beauties are like paintings, talented men revel in poetry and wine, and countless ships sail past on the mighty river. Yet he cares only for the Martial Dao, watching it all with cold detachment.
Beneath the boundless night, evil demons thirst for blood, bewitching demonesses beguile, and pits brim with the corpses of thousands. Yet he does only what must be done, steadfastly holding to his unchanging heart.
When that day comes and he reaches the very summit of the Heavenly Road, he will gaze up at the heavens, point toward the mortal world, and cry, “I am the Heavenly Emperor. All beings, come and bow before me.”
