ongoingImmortal, one person per mountain; god, golden-robed temple hall. People dwell at the center, gathering by the state; if the state endures, then the human way flourishes greatly. Immortals and gods dwell high, looking down; we establish the Immortal State as sovereign, not subject to deception and command by gods and demons. Demonic creatures run rampant and wreak havoc; we drive out the barbarian wastes, enslave myriad generations. Heaven views all things as nonexistent; we, with human resolve, triumph over heaven, and the fires blaze high. I wish to be a state's scholar-official, protecting the state for thousands of autumns and myriad years; under heaven, everyone is like a dragon.