As a Movie King, I Travel Through the World of Cultivating Immortals

There are white clouds in the sky, and what year is this night on earth? I wish that the sky is high and the Milky Way water is high, and that I do not disturb the peaceful dreams and leisure of the human world. The silver trees are falling, the clouds are filled with mist, and the flocks of birds are about to sway as they pass through the gap. It is not like the smoke and clouds in the human world, but better than the Yaochi falling into the sky. The mist is misty and the smoke is lingering, just like the desperate situation of nine days, and it is as high as the setting sun. The autumn water was a little cold in the evening, but the wind was even louder yesterday. The agar-agar terraces are endless, and the Immortal Bridge falls on the banks of the Guhong River. In the twelfth floor, blue clouds spread out from thousands of miles away, and in the five cities, there was plain snow and silver frost.