Juntianting

Han Xian, who was on the back of the carp, clasped his fists and bid farewell to everyone, disappeared into the vast river. Foxes crowed, divine birds spread their wings, golden dragons soared from the mountain peaks, ferocious thousand-year-old turtles carried them, a group of creatures guided the departed people up into the deep sky, the procession was grand and solemn. To fight against the never-ending flow of the river with a mortal lifespan?