Master Of The Immortal Path

The immortal, high above the nine heavens, three thousand years as spring, three thousand years as autumn

Eons pass, yet only a single spring and autumn are acknowledged

A person, if they merely exist underground, will not live beyond one hundred years; having not witnessed the seasons of spring and autumn, they will have already turned to dust

However, I have arrived

The sky may be high, yet it cannot surpass the height of my heart

Though the Spring and Autumn periods are distant, they cannot compare to the distance of my sword

With my sword, I strike the heavens above and cleave through myriad immortals below

In the vastness of the immortal path, I serve as the master