Immortals Have Trees, and Trees Have Branches

A wisp of green in the misty clouds, a touch of sincerity amid the rise and fall of the vast sea; Dreams like falling flowers shaken loose from countless stars, flowers spent, clouds formed, water in a bottle. ...The greatest desire and delusion of being human is to seek the Dao and become immortal, to attain great freedom and great joy across boundless dimensions, break through illusion, and cultivate an unsurpassed immortal heart that will never waver for ten thousand ages. Those who cultivate immortality must build a blessed sanctuary in which to dwell, and forge an eternal vessel of their own that transcends the Other Shore in the river of time. Good mountains must have good trees. As the saying goes, “An immortal has a tree, and then a branch; come with me, and you need never return!” Mo Jibai’s journey began with a fortuitous encounter at Mount Li. Across infinite dimensions and the starry sky, he ultimately found freedom. Raising a cup of immortal wine, he toasted the “Cangxuan Realm Cluster,” where he first met, and the everlasting flourishing of his immortal path...