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Immortals reside in the nine heavens, with three thousand years as spring and three thousand years as autumn. Endless eons are merely a single spring and autumn. Humans exist on the ground, their lifespan no more than a hundred years, without witnessing a complete spring and autumn, already turning to dust. But I have arrived! The heavens may be high, but they are not higher than my heart! Soaring across nine thousand miles of ocean. Spring and autumn may be distant, but they are not farther than my sword, roaming the mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles. My sword slices through the nine heavens above and the myriad immortals below. The vast expanse of the immortal path, I am its master!