Emperor Wanhun Lu Xiandi

A little bit of dust rises from the world, and a flag falls into my arms. The three realms are divided into heaven and earth, ants and Tao materials. All the geniuses are passers-by, but I am the only one who comes to sing. Where all souls return, plum trees bloom every year. Don't ask if the road to immortality is far away, just look at the moss under your feet. If you have no roots, you will have no fear; if you have wisdom, you will have no disaster. In the blink of an eye, the old friend is half gone. Let's warm the wine now, while some good flowers bloom. ——Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Emperor Lu Chen Written under the old plum tree on the ninth peak of Cangwu Immortal Gate, on the winter solstice one year