Those Years When I Was Not an Immortal Lord

In a dream, the fairy road returns to dust, and all prosperity is in the past. The body has faded away from the heavenly Dao, and no longer wields a sword to fly through the clouds. He lives day and night, just like ordinary people in the world. The world's people are busy chasing fame and worldly gains, trapped in a hundred years of joy and sorrow, and trapped in a dusty cage for a lifetime. I am alone, my chest is hidden in the hills and valleys, and my heart is looking towards Hongmeng. All living beings seek happiness and happiness in the world, Wherever my heart goes, it lies beyond the great avenue of the Nine Heavens.