In the Tushita Palace, purple flames rose from the Bagua furnace, reflecting my face that had been tempered for countless years. Everyone in the outside world says that I am the Taoist ancestor, quiet and inactive, aloof from the outside world. Even if the heaven is shaking and the lower world is full of demonic atmosphere, I just sit on the alchemy stage with my eyes closed, as if nothing is lingering in my mind. They praised me for my high realm, but they didn't know that under the word "inaction", I hid a lot of unspeakable helplessness and sighs. It's not that I don't want to take care of it, but that the way of heaven is cyclical and has its own course. If I intervene, it will cause even greater disasters. However, when I saw the boys who had been enlightened by my own hands, and the mounts that had been with them for many years, all turned into monsters in the lower realms, my heart, which had been tempered for a long time, could not help but feel a trace of bitterness.
