Four Saints

Myriad rays of rosy light, a thousand rainbow hues.

The bearing of saints was plain to see.

The four Dao Masters frowned deeply, while the immortals and gods stared in stunned disbelief.

Inside the livestream, trillions upon trillions of viewers were equally uncertain and alarmed.

"This is..."

"Dao Master Shi?"

"Or Dao Master Li?"

Before anyone could discern their identities, that stretch of celestial palaces had already broken through the Chaos. The Nine Dragons Incense Carriage led the way into the world, claiming a quarter of heaven and earth for itself.

At that moment, another radiant glow appeared amid the Chaos.

A Golden Bridge arrived, crossing into this world in an instant.

Immortal music drifted from atop the Golden Bridge. A Daoist sat astride a green ox, his body surrounded by myriad manifestations. He strode through the Chaos, and upon descending into this world, became an immortal realm of his own. Within it lay the Supreme Eight Scenic Spots, wondrous and mysterious beyond measure, too dazzling to take in.

A poem bore witness:

Immortal peaks rose perilous, lofty ridges towered high. Auspicious grasses grew upon the slopes, spiritual ganoderma sprouted from the earth. Their roots linked to the beauty of the land, their crowns met the vast blue sky. Green pines and willow trees, purple chrysanthemums and crimson plum blossoms. Jade peaches and silver ginkgoes, fire jujubes and interwoven pears. Immortal elders judged paintings, recluses gathered over chess. The immortals discussed the Dao, quietly expounding its mysteries. Strange beasts listened to scriptures, foxes heard the Dharma. Bears and tigers cropped their tails, leopards danced while apes cried. Dragons chanted, tigers roared, kingfishers descended and orioles flew. Rhinoceroses gazed at the moon, seahorses neighed hoarsely. Exotic birds shifted through countless forms, immortal birds were rare in the world. Peacocks recited sutra