The Taoist stood alone in the sky, dressed in colorful clouds and surpassing the clouds. The mountains under his feet were like insignificant sand dunes, and he suddenly felt lost.
The five dreams in the demon book reach the gate of heaven, and you will never see the suffering of the world again.
Hundreds of years of busy running, only yellow sand covers the bones.
A lonely traveler in this world, where should Teng Yun go?
There is only a small shadow climbing the mountain, and the sky and the earth are a mustard of colorful clouds.
He thought of his life and said with a wry smile, "I had known that dreams were just dreams, and a lonely grave would accompany me in this life."
Immortals, real people, saints, inhuman beings?
Chen Beidang didn't know.
