In the dreamscape, countless years had slipped by without my knowing, as I shed the worldly concerns that once bound my mortal form.
A glance backwards,
and past events resurfaced in ripples of memory.
With a smile in my drunken eyes, I ponder,
where in this world could Taoyuan be found?
And amidst the sporadic gusts of Qing Wind,
who would wish to linger by my side?
With each cycle of fate's inception and demise,
scenes of life replay one act upon another.
As flowers wither and blossom again,
years roll on in perpetual sequence.
...
One autumn follows another in swift descent; in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed by.
On this day,
atop Green Bamboo Mountain, with a seated Lu Qingfeng, his aura fell, plummeting drastically, cascading from the Heavenly Immortal Level to the nascent realms of an Earth Immortal.
Yet another cultivation session of Derivation Enhancement.