Ascending to Immortality, Seeking the Dao

The Divine Land of the Central Plains stretches without end.

At the heart of heaven and earth sits a white-haired Daoist who has been meditating for ten thousand years. His eyes are clouded, and his hands are bound by his own doing.

By the depths of the North Sea, a young scholar holds a book of scripture. With one step, he makes heaven and earth tremble.

In the western desert, a handsome monk holds an alms bowl in his palm. He turns the bowl upside down, and ten thousand mountains rise into the sky.

In the southern forest sea, a tall, burly old man turns his palm over and changes the sun and moon.

On the immortal mountains of the Eastern Sea, a giant python with a horn on its forehead devours the sky. It rears upright, stretching across the heavens.

One day, a young boy from the impoverished province of Kushu sees two streaks of rainbow light flash across the sky. He drops his basket and takes off after them.

One day, the young man surnamed Xu slings a wooden sword over his shoulder and heads north. He just wants to see what this world is really like.

Ten thousand years later, a crack suddenly opens between heaven and earth. A gentle, warm voice sounds in the young man’s ear: “Fellow Daoist, you’ve arrived!”

Xu Xiaoshu pays no attention to the speaker. He only stares silently at the two bells swaying in the wind.