The mortal world: cultivators are usually free and at ease, sitting atop the clouds and laughing at the dusty world below. The clamor of the world is thick with smoke, and every towering building is steeped in pollution. Then one day, a mortal thought arises, and they leap down from the clouds to take a closer look. Only then do they realize how deep it runs, and from that moment on, they are trapped, unable to escape. Northern beauties and southern lovelies, voluptuous or willowy, all are enchanting. Bright, alluring eyes beguile gentlemen, and graceful figures stir mortal hearts. Fame, fortune, and wealth are as vast as mountains. How can a frail body bear their weight? Crowds surge like floods, and greed runs as deep as the sea. Even immortals who enter cannot leave; even Buddhas must shatter their golden bodies. From then on, there are no more famous scholars in the world, only vulgar experts and professors!
