Immortals, standing in the nine heavens, spring for three thousand years, and autumn for three thousand years. For thousands of years, they are only called spring and autumn. Human beings, living in the ground, can only live for a hundred years. Before spring and autumn, they have turned into ashes. But, here I am! Although tall? But not as high as my heart! Although spring and autumn are far away, it is not as far away as my sword. My sword cuts up the nine heavens and cuts down ten thousand immortals. In the boundless and immortal way, I am the master!