Xianxia: Wielding the Power of the Reverse Path!

Step onto the spring cliffs, then climb to the farthest peak. Catch a glimpse of the vast universe, and let worldly cares fall away.

The clear moonlight is endlessly enchanting. When will I return in my high carriage?

The stone bridge rises a thousand layers high, its summit peering beyond the woods. Across the ravine, I tread a crimson rainbow, parting the clouds to play with the clear shadows.

I set out to seek a visitor who pursues the Dao, but my wanderings lead nowhere.

I gather firewood, searching to the ends of the dark wilderness, and the deep path turns bright and clear. Who could have known that in this grotto-heaven, I would chance upon a sage of Go?

Even now, I follow the traces of the immortals, hoping they may calm my heart.

Where is the Buddhist monk from? Hand in hand, we both leave no trace. Deep within the realm of stillness, I finally understand true nirvana.

Sometimes he returns to Mount Luofu, his flying staff visible in broad daylight.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.