One thought can make you become an immortal, and another thought can make you fall into the mortal realm. The Taoist heart only exists within a small space. He was once the most indifferent god in the Nine Heavens, but because of a wisp of smoke from the mortal world, he was willing to pick off his immortal bones and fall into this ten-foot-long soft red. After experiencing the joys and sorrows, separation and love, and obsession, he realized that the warmth and coldness of this human world was far better than the eternal loneliness of the palace in the sky. After all, elixirs, magical weapons, and artifacts are foreign objects; true strength comes from a tenacious soul that has endured hardships without changing its will.
This immortal road is long and lonely, and only the Taoist heart is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the true nature. Cultivation is not only about immortality and supernatural powers, but also about the compassion and care for all living beings that we still have after experiencing thousands of tribulations. Even if I have practiced for a thousand years, I can't compare to you looking back and smiling. Qing Ming, who wields a sword, asks about immortality, which is just the beginning of the story; the real legend is that after seeing through the ruthlessness of heaven, he still chooses to protect this sentient world with a sentient sword.
The lightning flashed in the palm of his hand, and the stars hung upside down in his eyes. This battle was not for the common people, but for a clear conscience. Even though I have an ancient inheritance, I am still willing to sacrifice my cultivation for you and exchange for a lifetime in this world. The white clothes swept across the sea of clouds, leaving behind not sword marks, but Taoist rhyme and legends that have not faded for thousands of years.
Concept: Fairy Tales