The Afterglow of the Avenue

The world is long, and passers-by are in a hurry; recalling the past, mountains and rivers are broken, and calamities fall into the mortal world; wind and rain from all directions, ups and downs in troubled times, thousands of monks fighting to die, blood-stained sky and miles; souls buried in the blue sky, bones buried in the red earth, how many romantic people? In the Holy Land of the Northern Territory, thousands of miles away, the Taoist boy lay down on a peach tree, sleeping forever and never waking up. In the pure land of the West, in the forest of dry bones, an old monk sits in lotus position, looking at Bodhi. The autumn wind blows down the Bodhi leaves, like cassocks and draped relics. In the barbarian southern wilderness, as winter passes and spring comes, the scholar looks at the stars in the distance, turning into dots of starlight, speechless. In the center of heaven and earth, a punch and a sword broke through the sky. … However, the world is still undecided, everything is just the beginning. … Thousands of years later, directly south of a barren small town in the Land of Exile, in a strange area known as the "Netherworld" by the world, Lin Yi, a playboy who was full of evil and feared by the people, suddenly opened his eyes...