The phoenix released the flames of creation, turning into a torrential rain of lava that flew from the edge of the sky. Feathers of light covered the dark sky, and eternal night slowly brightened once again. Behind it was a sea of rolling clouds. Like a sea of fire, the phoenix led millions of flying birds, rising like the myriad of aurora at dawn. The birds carried a flame of rebirth and scattered it throughout the world.... more>>

The earth collapsed under the black fire. But within the flames, there was a warm holy light that stood firm against the boundless darkness. The world became two distinct poles, separated by the light of fiery clouds and morning glow. One side was eternal silence and darkness, while the other was the heart lamp. Chen Zhen opened his eyes. Holding the lamp, he used the faint light to confront the inevitable end to come.

"Living beings are just passing guests, and the departed are returning home; heaven and earth are just temporary resting places, mourning with the dust of all ages."

"Five-colored radiance, let your soul return to its place."

"The tree of a thousand mountains, let you have the power to be reborn."

"The heart lamp of all ages, grants you rebirth!"

"Jiang Hong! Wake up! Don't sleep! Hurry up and save the world!" <<less

The phoenix led tens of thousands of birds as they flew over from the end of the horizon. Behind them, clouds akin to a sea of fire billowed as they swept by Chang’an. A golden winged roc perched on top of Xingqing Palace, its pupils reflecting the common people of the bustling Divine Land. Within the silence, dynasties rise and fall, while tides ebb and flow.... more>>

Li Jinglong slowly dragged his body riddled with wounds, releasing a resplendent light from his hand as he kept approaching Hong Jun.

“The living… are passing travelers…”

His low voice resounded through the world, and within an instant, the black fog that enveloped the earth receded before the light.

“The dead… return home without turning back.”

That light is the blazing sun that illuminates the world, stars that twinkle in the night sky, an eternal heart lamp that pierces through the darkness.

“The world…is a temporary inn. Since time immemorial, countless people have bewailed their short, bitter lives…”

Li Jinglong closed his eyes and pressed one hand against Hong Jun’s forehead. A white light diffused with a whoosh, covering the battlefield littered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Within the shadow of that lamp, the debauchery in Pingkang, the parasol trees of the Exorcism Department bathing in the midsummer sun, the sand and swirling snow in the vast expanse beyond the Great Wall, Ah Tai’s clear singing voice, Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picking leaves in the early morning, Qiu Yongsi’s flying brush strokes that transforms into immortal poems in Li Bai’s cup–

A young nobleman of Chang’an strolled through its eastern downtown,

Riding a white horse with a silver saddle as he beamed.

While traversing through Chang’an, flowers kept falling, where on earth is he going?

Smiling, he enters a tavern where a foreign entertainer performs.

(Last four lines are from a poem written by Li Bai used to ridicule hedonistic sons from rich families for their extravagant lifestyles.)

A gong who has bad luck wherever he goes x a shou that can suck away the luck of the people around him <<less