Chaotian Travel Notes

I say farewell to the Great Leize in the morning, and stay in the clouds in the mountains at night. The stars make fine wine, and I dream of the gods in my drunken dreams. I made a boat trip in the sky, sending me to the sky, sealing the sky three feet high, and commanding the earth to open to the underworld. The Heavenly Lord steals the great road, and it will be dark and turbid for eternity. Wait for my sword to come to the world, and the spring will be clear and the summer will be clear.