Old legends tell of a fairy mountain in the East Sea, reachable only by a mystical floating raft. Every mid-au…
Old legends tell of a fairy mountain in the East Sea, reachable only by a mystical floating raft. Every mid-autumn, the gates to the immortal realm open, drawing adventurous souls eager to find the elusive peak.
A few dozen miles east of Mohist City, towering peaks rise through sea clouds. Sometimes, faint clinking sounds, said to be the immortals' tears, can be heard. Look closely, and you might see a cloud-raft slicing through the sky, rushing on fierce winds and chasing waves below. Locals say it's the Sky Shuttle of the Mohist. But only top inner disciples, holding special tokens, are allowed aboard.
When I asked how long the wait might be, the reply was a sigh: "By then, the seas will have turned to dust. It is a heartbreak beyond words."