Across ten thousand leagues of time and space, elephants trample all living things. Only the tiny and the lofty can see through the radiant and delicate. In an age without equal, the Great Dalai brings dusk to its end. The realms are light, the cosmos heavy; they uphold fate and subdue spirits.
If the young one's wood is bright, the world is miserably bleak. The road twists and turns; three bows at the mountain gate, trials through the ages. Countless blessings of fortune, nameless and blazing. A chance meeting, exquisite and lovely, bearing heart and way. The transformation of the empty spirit, a deluded immortal path to eternal life; the return of gathered heavenly fate, surging through the floating barriers to the azure clouds.
Immortals and sages clash, each alone and peerless in the heavenly realm. The final age of the gods, roots radiant, illusion and reality. Who dares speak with certainty of the fruit of the obscure and subtle?
Battle through the ages and enjoy the beauty of fortune's blessings; create the universe and attain the supreme realm.
Alas, how sorrowful! The cosmos turns in endless cycles, without beginning or end!
The plot of this book is pretty good!
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