Immortal Master Ji Dao

The wind and clouds in the nine days suddenly stopped, and the tides of the four seas rolled back. A figure in white clothes slowly emerged from the twilight. Wherever the clothes brushed, the frozen mountains oozed fresh green. The falling snow flakes turned into flowing fireflies around his fingertips before they touched them. He was once a loveless immortal, sitting in a palace, watching the peach blossoms bloom for three thousand years, but he never moved a single step for anyone. It wasn't until a banquet in Juxian Tower that the saltiness of a plate of pickled bamboo shoots actually caused ripples in his inner lake that had been like an ancient well for thousands of years. On the day of leaving seclusion, all the realms surrendered, and the immortals and demons bowed their heads. But what the world doesn't know is that for the first time in the eyes of this Supreme Being who can fix the universe with his raised hand and extinguish the stars with his raised hand, it is not the blessings of the common people, but the vague human fireworks in the smoke of the Western Regions.