Gu Li Shu Yin

What does it mean to be as young as a thousand years old? The ancient writings are not clear and they are all like people talking in their dreams. The body has decayed. The scattered bones and teeth were mixed with the gravel, and the blood that had been spilled seeped into the underworld. The breath blown out never wanders around the world. The gravel gathers into mountains and rivers, the spring water flows into rivers, and the breath blows into storms. This had been his wish - it came true today, it's not too late. Thousands of years have passed, but his will is still galloping. Although the body is dead, it refuses to die. Who can tell the boundary between life and death? Xingtian dances with relatives, and the strong will is always there. Why should unrivaled power be limited to a name of just two words? The water I drank, the wind I breathed, the land I stepped on - weren't they the wishes of others?