I am neither a human nor a demon, neither a god nor an immortal. I wander in the six realms, collecting things recorded in the books of my ancestors. Most of them collect trees because of their hobbies, either cutting their roots or breaking off their branches and storing them in the spiritual sea to let them grow. I have collected them over tens of thousands, perhaps thousands of years. I don't know how many years have passed, but there is already a dense forest in the spiritual sea. There is a saying in the book of the ancestors: "There is a sacred tree in the flower, its leaves are old, the wheels are bumpy, and there are many things in the world." Wandering in the forest, stroking the thick branches, thinking about the stories that happened in the past, are you willing to listen to me? Come with me and take a look. . .