Preface to Chenxu Immortal

The heaven and the earth are old, and the sea has no center. Since the beginning of the Hongmeng, when the clear air rises and becomes the sky, the turbid air sinks and becomes the earth, the mountains and rivers split into ravines, and the stars and rivers fall, there is a trace of Taoism floating among all things, hidden in the wind, hidden in the water, hidden in the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and hidden in the souls of living beings. The world calls it: The Path to Immortality. In the ancient times, for thousands of years, there were powerful people who could crush the sky, hold the sun and moon in their arms, and overturn mountains and seas with a snap of their fingers; there were also real people who sat quietly for thousands of years, enlightened by Zen, and thought about the changes of spring and autumn. They used their breath as wings, stepped on the clouds as their path, jumped out of the cycle of life and death, broke free from the shackles of time, used their mortal bodies to inquire about the great road of the sky, and earned a glimmer of immortality in the world of mortals. Everyone in the world envies immortality, and there is an endless stream of people who admire immortals. However, there are balances in the way of heaven, and the path of immortality is the most ruthless. Spiritual energy has its ups and downs, and the avenue has its ups and downs. In the prosperous age, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, there are many sects, the Taoism is prosperous, and thousands of monks are competing for the path to immortality; in the end of the world, the spiritual energy is exhausted, the laws are incomplete, the barriers of heaven are closed, the immortal gates wither, and the avenue is covered with dust. Thousands of years passed by in a blink of an eye, the ancient Immortal Sect was destroyed, the ancient road to heaven collapsed, and the road to ascension was cut off. The mighty era that once had immortals everywhere and divine lights shining through the sky finally came to an end in the sky full of calamity fire and the dust of time. The remaining monks retreated to a corner of the mortal world, passing on the broken Taoism and clinging to the fragmented Taoism. Later generations can only glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the prosperous age of immortality in the past from the broken ancient books, broken walls and mountain legends. Immortality is elusive and immortality is illusory. They have gradually become the idle chatter of ordinary people in the world.