"From the Supreme Subtle, I paid homage to the Void Sovereign. Mounted upon my carriage of eight vistas, I entered Heaven's Gate in solemn majesty. Having ascended to Yu Chen Court, I reverently gazed upon the Purple Pavilion. Dare I ask, at the end of the Dragon-Han era, how was Heaven and Earth cleaved apart..."
Daoist Tongtian rode his Azure Ox across the Southern Sea. As he beat his Fishing Drum, he sang at the top of his voice. His voice was clear, distant, vigorous, and bright, thoroughly expressing the principles of the Immortal Dao.
The lyrics were the words of praise Yu Chen had once chanted while traveling the Southern Sea under the name of Highest Purity.
Above the radiant blossoms of the three lights around him, phantasmal musical instruments naturally emerged—sheng, pipes, xiao, chimes, flutes, gongs, cymbals, wooden fish, cloud gongs, great drums, and more. They accompanied Tongtian's voice, making it still more ethereal and sacred, as though someone were chanting scriptures in the air.
The Azure Ox swayed its head and wagged its tail in delight, stirring the primordial qi around it and making the azure lotus blossoms tremble faintly. The sweet dew gathered upon them fell drop by drop.
The living creatures that had gathered nearby swallowed the sweet dew and gained spirituality, dancing gracefully around Tongtian.
For a time, the air above the Southern Sea brimmed with the splendor of the Immortal Dao. Yet the two great holy lands of this region closed their dao fields one after another, adopting an attitude of retreating three paces to avoid trouble.
It was then that, within Azure Hill on Long Isle in the Southern Sea, Qingqiu Zisang climbed a high platform and looked into the distance. Watching Daoist Tongtian beat his Fishing Drum as he headed toward