Lin Shiqing watched seventeen spring and autumn cycles alone in the sacred mountain. When he was seventeen years old, he met the wild goose, the warm embrace of the man in the dancing bamboo shadows, and played the flute in the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms until dawn. He talked about his youthful thoughts. In that bloody rain, the man disappeared from his life, and the demon fox returned to his life. The fallen Immortal Lord traveled across the three realms to collect his souls, only to discover a conspiracy. Yan Hui's companionship in the sacred mountain during those years was due to a conspiracy. Forbidden love is wrapped in bloody truth. In the whirlpool of reversal of cause and effect, who is the prisoner on the chessboard of heaven? Immortal Lord, from now on I see you as I see all living beings.
Intention: Seeing you is like seeing all living beings