The West Queen Mother lived in the sacred Yaochi realm of West Kunlun.
When Donghua arrived outside Yaochi, he was captivated by the scenery.
He couldn't help but praise it:
The Queen Mother's Yaochi had descended to the mortal world, its blue jewel set upon the mountaintop. Strange peaks embraced still emerald waters, while waterfalls plunged in roaring white torrents. Clouds rolled and drifted, layering into shifting illusions; mist gathered and dispersed, revealing a lovely visage. The heavenly palace's beauty intoxicated the senses; within this painting, one felt almost divine. Yaochi's emerald heights lay here in the mortal realm, as fairy maidens arrived in graceful procession. Lush mountains were girdled with golden ribbons; rippling waters opened like a jade dressing case.
"Brother, you have a way with words!"
In the pavilion, dozens of fairy maidens played zithers and flutes, while others danced, summoning several kinds of spiritual energy to swirl around them.
At the head of the pavilion, the West Queen Mother and Nine Heavens Xuan Nü sat facing each other, sipping tea and discussing the Dao.
Her waist was supple as trailing silk, her ears adorned with bright moon pendants. Her fingers were slender as peeled onion shoots, her lips red as cinnabar.
Every time Donghua saw the West Queen Mother, she seemed to him a fresh marvel, as if she were a celestial being!
Donghua leaped up to the pavilion, with Gouchen, transformed into human form, following behind.
Along the way, armored guards and fairy maidens all called out, "Greetings, His Majesty King Dong!"
"Since Brother praises my Yaochi so, why not stay here for good and discuss the Dao and cultivate with me?"
Donghua smiled to himself and said regretfully, "If I could stay here forever, I truly would be so happy that I'd forget all about