Radiant rays of twilight light up all of Heaven and Earth;

The path to the Dao twists through countless trials in the mortal world.

Ethereal music lingers around the palace beams,

Divine winds gently brush against the robes of law.

Elixirs and panaceas are not my pursuit—

Refining the Dao, claiming supremacy, and slaying demons is!

You ask where the immortals have gone?

To the Jade Palace and Golden Halls, where they stand equal with the heavens!

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Some say the Jade Palace Immortal Lord is a hypocritical fiend.

Some say he simply got lucky, acted ruthlessly, and seized power for a time.

Others call him a savior of the world—claiming even now they’ve yet to repay the grace of the Jade Palace Immortal Lord.

But whether it was the struggling young man Wang Yulou, clawing his way up step by step,

Or the Wang Yulou who would later be hailed as the Immortal Lord of the Jade Palace,

He never paid any mind to the nonsense those people spouted.

The Sea of Bitterness churns—this journey was always meant to be against the current.

If one stops because of outside doubt and resistance…

How could one ever reach the other shore?

[No clichés] [No system] [Not a naive protagonist]

[Power scaling and economy remain intact]

[Completely original combat/cultivation system]

The dream is to cross the dead mulberry tree from the bottom of the sea and witness the storms of the Milky Way.

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The nine provinces and four seas, the Xuanzong Demon Sect, the gods and heretics, and the Pure Land Sangha.

Refining Qi, imparting talismans, taking medicine, divination...

Enter the gate of infinity, wander in the boundless wilderness, shine with the sun and the moon, and become one with the heaven and the earth.

The past is all guests, and we are human beings in this next life.

This time.

I only wish for eternal life!

When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask after searching my heart;

The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.

The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.

As time went by, Zhang Wenda always felt that some things in his memory became abstract. He didn't know whether it was true or a distortion of his memory.

However, when he suddenly faced those things again, he found that something was wrong with the world.

In the first year, Princess Li Qian first met the "gentleman". The man was upright and fair. She sneered: "Hypocrite."

In the third year, the battle for the heir to the throne was lost in one step. He closed his eyes and begged for death. The man was the only one who stepped forward and risked his life to protect him back to the capital. She sneered: "He is still a gentleman."

In the fifth year, the coup d'état ascended the throne. The empress came to the court and offered the man high positions, generous salaries, noble ladies and beauties. She refused them all. She frowned slightly: "He is indeed a gentleman."

In the tenth year, she woke up in the morning with soreness all over her body. She gritted her teeth and cursed the man beside her: "You are unworthy of being a gentleman!"

...

...

"Three things can make the empire great again: swords, humble officials and Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism."

He said to the empress.