The Deity of Treading Immortals opened his eyes and found that he was standing in a vast and boundless field. The clouds were scarlet in color. They were very low and within reach.
Lush reeds grew all around, drifting up and down. Amidst the reeds, the rustling sounds of people could be heard. Some were laughing, and some were crying. Those sounds were very soft, like gauze brushing against one's fingertips, like the touch of water.
He walked forward, startling the deep blue fireflies in the depths of the reed flowers. Then he saw a magnificent and quiet river, more magnificent than any river he had ever seen before, but it flowed extremely slowly.
There were a few small boats floating on the river, and the voice of the ferryman drifted from afar, "I enter the abyss of thunder, my limbs turn into mud paste.
My head falls into the empty space, my eyes wither into dust.
Eat my heart, the red ants are brilliant.
Peck my stomach, the vultures are boundless … Only souls come and go … Only souls come and go … "
Only souls come and go, yesterday is like flowing water.