In the Qinghuan Realm, humans, demons, spirits, monsters, and all manner of beings live according to their own balance. This is a paradise beyond the mortal world, bestowed by the Upper Realm, where everything enjoys nature's special favor.
Here, don't go around shouting things like, "You're so amazing! Why don't you go to Heaven?" Getting to Heaven isn't hard. The hard part is staying here.
Over time, everyone forgot an eternal law: awareness leads to progress, and progress gives rise to desire. Wherever there are people, wherever there is independent consciousness, desire, greed, love and hate, conflict, destruction, and rebirth will take root...
"A lifetime in this world is nothing but a body. Everything but life and death is trivial."
"The most frightening things in this world are people cloaked in dazzling appearances. Their flowing, inky poison is wrapped in those graceful, colorful skins. How could they ever compare to these sincere, lovely white bones?"
"I've worn this mask for too long, far too long. It's fused with me, and I can no longer tell whether it's me or... it."
Two stories have long circulated in the Qinghuan Realm.
The first goes: When Pangu awoke, Chaos split in two, with Heaven above and Earth below.
Fuxi and Nuwa created humanity and divided all things into their distinct kinds. They conferred divine titles and bestowed immortality, then divided the world into six realms. From then on, Heaven and Earth were distinct, everything was in order, and the cycle of reincarnation turned. With his final consciousness, however, the Great Emperor Pangu transformed a clear and pure place into the Qinghuan Realm. The goddess Nuwa then used her own blood and bones to create the people of the Qinghuan Realm, who were also blessed by Heaven and Earth. Immortal herbs, divine beasts, rare treasures, and precious jewels were given to sustain them.
The second account, however, is shrouded in secrecy: When two sacred beings appear in Heaven, the sun and moon lose their light. When two sacred beings appear on Earth, all plants wither. The Twin Sages of Qinghuan...
