Above the Original Realm

Under the vast sky of the original world, the world is woven with endless imagination and miracles. The fairy trail is misty on the top of the sea of clouds, The shadow whispers in the dark night. The light of the Buddha saves everyone, The monsters shuttle through the depths of the forest. Confucian scholars use their pen as their sword; To stabilize the country and write justice in the world. Ling Nong understands the way of nature, After twenty-four eons of energy, he took over the creation of heaven and earth. The magician sings beneath the stars, The scepter weaves dreams in the void. Ghosts wander between yin and yang, and idiots talk about dreams. Telling about the unfinished love. The machinist forges a heart of steel, The scenes of prosperous times are woven between the gears. … Scientific way, Machinery and ghostly energy dance together, Awaken the sleeping beast in the torrent of steel. The path of spiritual practice, Warriors refine their bodies, and sorcerers refine their bodies. Taoists seek immortality, and monks seek enlightenment. There are even more mysterious and unpredictable side ways, like stars. This is a golden age when a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend. It is also an era when all races dance together and heroes rise together.