On the path of soul masters, Li Bai and Du Fu had attained great mastery. Both were Level-99 Titled Douluo, only one step away from becoming gods.
In poetry, Li Bai and Du Fu were equally accomplished. Not to mention the Sun Moon Continent and Douluo Continent—even in the vast God Realm, no being could compare with the two of them. In fact, no one even possessed a tenth or twentieth of their talent.
Here are a few simple examples of verses by Li Bai and Du Fu.
Clouds desired her garments, flowers desired her face; spring breezes brushed the railings, while dew glistened thickly.
Laughing toward the sky, I strode from the gates. How could we be mere men of the weeds?
Heaven gave me talents that must find use; though a thousand gold is spent, it will return again.
Drawing my blade to cut the water only made it flow faster; raising my cup to drown my sorrows only deepened them.
Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace across a thousand miles!
I would climb to the very summit and look down upon all the lesser mountains.
Behind vermilion gates, wine and meat rotted; by the roadside lay the frozen bones of the dead.
A wandering guest through autumns ten thousand miles away, sick for a hundred years, I climbed the tower alone.
Boundless fallen leaves rustled down; the endless Yangtze surged on.
How could I gain ten thousand great mansions, to shelter every poor scholar beneath the heavens and bring smiles to all their faces?
The verses above were merely one percent of all the poems written by Li Bai and Du Fu.
For every line of poetry Du Fu wrote for the two of them, Li Bai's strength would increase by a measure.
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