This is a story of endless time travel. Countless film and television worlds, like the number of sands in the Ganges River, endless fairies and female ghosts, like tens of thousands of scrolls, travel through infinite planes, small thousand, big thousand, all heavens and realms. . . The beauty is lying drunk, her heart is longing for immortality, the journey is long and endless. . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
