Fish Leaping Over Dragon Gate

A poem says: Immortality is hard, immortality is hard; the Three Calamities and Five Declines are no trivial matter. Innate mysteries create wondrous transformations, while blessings and longevity stretch on for ten thousand years.

Since ancient times, countless people had sought immortality and the Dao. Yet none had encountered an immortal opportunity without great fortune and immense perseverance; without them, the Great Dao could not be attained.

Since ancient times, those who had become immortals could be counted on one hand. But what exactly were immortals like? No one had ever seen them. Only a few scattered words remained in the world, adding mystery to "immortals" from nothing. Later generations could only speculate and imagine from those fragments or the lines of ancient classics, mythologizing them and adding several more layers of mystery to "immortals."

Dark clouds pressed upon the city, threatening to crush it; armor glinted toward the sun, its golden scales flaring open.

Beside a great river, wind and rain raged between heaven and earth. The downpour was like water poured from buckets, and as far as the eye could see, dense mist filled the air.

Boom!

Crack!

Deafening blasts rang out without end. Bolts of lightning, like enormous swords, sliced through the void and tore apart the black curtain of clouds.

"Roar!"

A gigantic fish appeared amid the dark clouds. It had golden fins, was over three hundred feet long and dozens of feet wide. Taking the clouds as water and the void as a river, it swam gracefully within them.

That strange cry came from the great fish's mouth, and even the curtain of water in the void paused faintly beneath its sound.

Bolts of lightning streaked through the sky and struck the great fish in an instant. The clash of metal rang out, and