The world is thousands of miles away, and evil spirits are everywhere. Immortals are speechless, gods and Buddhas are speechless.
Human life is like grass and mustard, and all living beings are like rotten dogs.
I am Li Zhao, the ninth son of the royal family of the Southern Tang Dynasty. When I grasp the tail of immortality in the dark, I, as cultivators, must move forward with all my strength. I hope that the day I close my eyes, the sky will raise its head...
