Becoming an Immortal Right Where I Stand

Eight hundred years ago, a blade fell on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

The Dragon God flew into a rage, unleashing bloodshed and thunder across the heavens. The mortal realm fell into chaos, and from that day on, the divine dragons were confined to the Eastern Sea.

Who was the youth, full of passion and ambition, who declared, “I’ll win the realm for you with both hands”? And who was the tall, graceful figure on the far shore, determined to “drink beneath the moon and guard you for a hundred years”?

Eight hundred years later, after a song of farewell, who would live and who would die?

Eight hundred years later, at last she said, “The smallest things are demons, while the great become human. Demons, gods, immortals, the deepest heavens and the yellow springs, I love you through it all.”