Immortals and gods, demons and monsters; princes and generals; the Dragon Maiden holding a lamp, the cup filled with the sea.
The wild fox contemplating Zen, the fierce tiger realizing the Dao; in the morning swimming in the Northern Sea, by evening traveling to Cangwu.
Immortals and gods exist in the world, demons and monsters establish nations.
These had nothing to do with Qi Wuhuo at all.
Qi Wuhuo, who had always seen square characters in his dreams, only thought about participating in next year’s spring examinations.
Until, while cooking millet, an old man gave him a jade pillow and he had a long dream.
A dream of golden millet.
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Awakening from the millet dream, breaking away from the ordinary heart, thus opening the gates to cultivation.
The golden crow flies, the jade rabbit moves.
A grain of dust in the Three Realms, mountains and rivers covered in years of dust.
Leisurely passing through the bustling city with a sword.
No one knows I am the True Immortal.
