The cold moon is lingering, the wind is dawning, day and night, and there is a long smoke in the distance. The beautiful lady sheds tears, but the blue face loses her beauty. The soul is so enchanted that it returns to nine heavens, and there is no feast for the sun, moon, and stars. Several generations of grievances and fates, the two worlds are forgetful and carefree. The luan stars move outside the Nangong Gate, and they have been guarding the cliff for thousands of years. Wandering alone, the sword leads the soul to death and is tied to the child's face. The Three Living Stones are cracked just a few feet away, and three thousand living beings can be seen from the end of the world.