At the end of the river, there is a fairy mountain. Legend has it that there are three thousand willows on the mountain, which are evergreen and hold the secret of immortality. Countless people want to board it, but they are all blocked from entering.
It stands majestic and straight, as if standing on the top of the sky, soaring straight into the sky, and also seems to stand against the sky and the earth, separating the nine layers of the sky from the vast wilderness.
Everyone looked at the fairy mountain. For a moment, the soul seemed to be separated from the physical body, wandering in the void, as if soaring among the nine heavens and ten earths, with nothing to rely on, nothing to rely on...