Beyond the Immortal Firmament

Beneath the vast immortal firmament, the splendor of an era is no more than a firework blooming in the blink of an eye. Gazing down upon the earth, through countless ages of life and death, where have they all gone? Immortal sects, imperial dynasties, supreme sacred lands: beneath the immortal firmament, they are nothing but a handful of dirt. Ten thousand years of glory, all reduced to ashes in a single moment. Embers sprout deep within the wasteland; you and I strive to become trees reaching the heavens. What lies on the far shore of the immortal firmament?