Tales of the Kingdom of Huanji

In the Northern Darkness there is a fish called Kun. It transforms into a bird called Peng. When it takes flight in a fury, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. This bird rides the tides of the sea as it journeys to the Southern Darkness. There is a mountain there called Taixu. On Taixu is a small opening, through which a glimmer of light seems to shine. At first it is so narrow that only one person can pass through. After walking a few dozen paces, the path suddenly opens into a vast, bright place. The flowers and plants are lush and fragrant, and fallen petals flutter everywhere. A moment later, a beam of dazzling light streaks across the sky like the first light of dawn. When I open my eyes again, I find myself among the clouds. I look closely and am horrified! I am suspended in the sky. I stumble, feeling cold and weak in the knees. I accidentally fall, yet drift gently to the ground as if nothing happened. Looking around, I find myself in a true fairyland. Auspicious clouds of seven colors herald the heavens, rivers flow with nectar, rainbow bridges and jade roads stretch across the land, and rare treasures lie scattered everywhere. Golden apples, silver oak trees, divine flowers, and exotic beasts of every kind abound. The passersby wear strange clothes, yet all look spirited and ethereal. I meet an old man with white hair and a youthful face, strong bones and a voice like a bell, without the slightest sign of illness. I learn that he is a woodcutter from a village at the foot of the mountain. This place is the countryside, this district is Peach District, this city is Immortal Capital, and this kingdom is Illusion Millet. Honored readers, listen as I tell you the tale.

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