Eternal

All the myriad things in the world are like duckweeds without roots, passing by with a snap of a finger. Time is like a knife, some people are ordinary, working at sunrise and resting at sunset... Or they may live a life of wealth and glory, living a life in glitz and vanity... There is also such a group of people, who travel in the wilderness of the mountains and rivers, race across the swamps, and visit ancient sites, either alone or in twos and threes, just to seek the road, immortality, and immortality... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.