Shooting the Condor with the Sword

The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor. Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality. "My sword is called Immortality, but it hates being separated from the world." The waves of Peach Blossom Island, the snow of Zhongnan Mountain, the beacon smoke of Zhongdu City, wherever the sword points, it cuts through the entanglements of the past and present. When the flowers and jade are transferred to the eighteen palms of the dragon, when the nine-yin white bone claws smash through the flying immortals outside the sky, these rivers and lakes are no longer the rivers and lakes in the book.