Immortal Cage

I once dreamed of the splendor of the Phoenix Pool and Dragon Pavilion forests, and in that dream I saw five thousand years of rise and fall to completion.

Not a single Sun or Monkey names that mountain of rotting peaches; at the Fuling Cave, pigs and boars call the shots, and ginseng fruit trees perch with owl birds.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, cow, horse, snake, and god alike gather; the youth recites and falls into obsession, making up a bizarre tale full of nonsense about immortality.

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This is the story of a Dao boy who practices cultivation with registers, consumes elixirs, and ascends to immortality through transcendence.