Immortal Saint

Mayflies live in the morning and die in the evening, and secret masters live for more than a thousand years. Three thousand ways, but they are no match for the blurred sound of lust; the mortal world is a dream, and in the blink of an eye, the skeleton of a beauty. Fighting secret beasts, subduing ghosts, cutting through thorns, wading through rivers and climbing rocks. The road to immortality was long, and followers gathered, but he was the only one flying at the top of the clouds.