Lying Drunk in Clothes and Ascending to the Sun

I lie down drunk in my clothes and ascend to the sun. How many immortals will greet me? Ji Yichen put down his pen with satisfaction. The Heavenly Dao Monument in front of him was so majestic. It had stood at the source of the river for thousands of years. As a platform for the Immortal Gate, it had been a place for those who ascended to gaze at it since ancient times, and take one last look at the fireworks on earth. There were several people beside him, immersed in writing their own poems. Looking up at it, there are so many words and inks in the distance, all left here by predecessors. "The auspicious time has come, please take the seat of the sword cultivator," the old man of Tiandao called out slowly, "The lotus flower fell into the clear pond for a period of time, and the lotus flower for ten thousand years is like a womb. Now that I have left the monument of Mo Tian, I can prove that I should not forget the vicissitudes of my life." "Gentlemen, leave the safety of the human world to us old men!" "The Turtle Immortal got up in his sedan chair and sent me a distinguished person from China to ascend to heaven!" As soon as the words fell, the color of the yellow sky disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a rich purple color that made everyone's heart palpitate. There was only a bang, like a bowl breaking, and it came down from the high sky. When they came back to their senses, the mountain-like ascending thunder calamity was still coming over everyone's heads!