No More Than Three Thousand

The floating world is like an hourglass, and all living beings are like dust hanging upside down. He once split the eternal night sky with his sword and crushed thousands of calamity fires; he also ran through a forest of 80,000 bushes alone and carved the rugged and proud bones all over the stele. When the Three Thousand Origin Methods were moving like fireflies in the palm of my hand, I finally heard the faintest tremor of heaven and earth - the pulse of the eternal river settling in the withered glory. Now he stands in the cracks of time, watching the stars flicker and fade like breathing, and caressing the folds of mountains and rivers like palm prints. All boiling, burning, roaring, at this moment, turned into ripples caused by falling leaves when still water flows deeply.