$BIO My life has no failures.
Either success or growth.

Like a monk in seclusion for a thousand days,
Every time the calamity fire burns my body, it is refining my bones.
Every time the blade light and sword shadow appear, it is an opportunity for spiritual power to reach the peak.

The piercing green candlestick? It is a demon, an illusion.
It forces me to have a clear mind and cut off fear.
The soaring red? It is the heavenly thunder of tribulation,
Making my blood boil, my breath filled with the fire of victory.

I need everything to happen.
A pin prick? That is the sword cultivator testing my foundation.
A margin call? That is the heavenly principle testing whether I deserve wealth.
As long as I am alive, this game is never over.

Time has lost its order.
One minute feels like a long night, my palms soaked,
The next second feels like dawn, the world shining brilliantly.

"Everything that happens will ultimately be in my favor."
I whisper softly, but it sounds like a trumpet, shaking the heavens and earth to respond.
"Fellow daoists, please open more BIO for me.
Let me see the moment you win for me,
Let me, even if I am penniless, see in your glory,
The immortal path that belongs to me."