On the bank of the Guanghan River, a lonely boat drifts leisurely. Inquiring about the opportune moment, I gaze wistfully towards the end of the world. The struggle between gods and demons is irreconcilable, yet ultimately all things converge into one. The Buddha said, this is nirvana; the Taoist claims, I am but emptiness; Christ remains silent, awaiting a meeting in heaven. Wealth and fame, born early in the mortal realm, are like withering flowers; the pursuits of poetry, wine, music, and literature are labelled as vulgar arts. Though one may possess soaring ambitions, without favorable circumstances, how can one achieve greatness? Feng Tang ages quickly, while Li Guang struggles to gain recognition; three households pillaging a tomb, a dragon swimming through the heavens. The divine emperor, enlightened and wise, I, a lowly being, cannot compare. The glory bestowed upon me is not of my own ability, but rather the result of timing, luck, and fate. When heaven lacks its appointed time, the sun and moon lose their radiance; when the earth lacks its appointed time, vegetation fails to grow; when water lacks its appointed time, waves and winds remain unsettled; when humans lack their appointed time, opportunities for success elude them. Once I entered the wutong tree's depths, my integrity became that of a passerby. The fragrances of Guanghan, the snow-covered dragon junipers, the clouds of the celestial realm, the laughter of the phoenix, and the past experiences all become clear upon sobering up tonight. This is a traditional fantasy tale, a story filled with twists and turns, a journey of magical martial arts cultivation, depicting the legendary life of a youth blessed by destiny. The book consists of four volumes, and allow the wine cups to narrate the story to all esteemed guests. 【Expand】【Collapse】