The world is so big that there are no surprises. Once, a white-clothed monk entered the Bodhisattva position alone. A Taoist in Tsing Yi has fluttering clothes and a single sword to pick the immortal gate. A demon king holds a scepter and holds life and death on the Iron Throne. A warrior slaughtered the dragon king in blood and seized the authority of life. …… Now, the city is bizarre. The Holy Spirit does not come out of the woods, cowering in the new birth. The gods were silent, shining in the twilight. The immortals disappeared and died, and went back in time. The demon is trapped underground, gasping in the darkness. And the brilliance of science and technology is constantly shining. The planes are colliding, and the immortal and divine systems are chaotic. However, the Holy Spirit will eventually shine on the earth, the gods will eventually return to their thrones and rise above the clouds, the immortals will eventually appear to the world, preach red dust, demons will break through the darkness, and the monsters will dance wildly. …… The flashy fantasy world is endless, nine dreams, nine lives, and nine lights. Drunken life, dreams and death have no normality, and the pure world is looking for all beings. Maybe years later, when you cross the shore with torches in hand, you will find that some people and things have not changed, and maybe you will curse in a low voice: this damn floating life.