It stills the ocean with its might; it awes the jade sea into calm.
It stills the ocean with its might: tides wash its silver slopes and fish swim into its caves
It awes the jade sea into calm: amid the snowy breakers, the sea−serpent rises from the deep.
It rises high in the corner of the world where Fire and Wood meet; its summit towers above the Eastern Sea.
Red cliffs and strange rocks. Beetling crags and jagged peaks.
On the red cliffs, phoenixes sing in pairs; lone unicorns lie before the beetling crags.
The cries of pheasants are heard upon the peaks; in caves, the dragons come and go.
(excerpt from Journey to The West)
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The waves beat against the shore of the lone island in the sea. The immortal grass here was lush and vibrant, painting a scene of a land untouched by time, resembling an immortal realm on earth.
Standing atop a lone peak, Feng Lin turned a blind eye to the beautiful vision before him.
