The Grace of a Lifechanyuan Celestial

Xuefeng

(Transcendental Romanticism)

Majestic as solitary peaks rising to the skies, towering above the crowd; steadfast as pines braving the winds, noble and resolute; elegant as celestial cranes gliding through heavenly realms, unrestrained and graceful; dynamic as vibrant clouds ever-shifting, tangible yet ethereal. Absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, drawing vitality from the heavens and earth, inheriting millennia of grandeur, and embracing the annals of eternity.

In motion, they seem capable of seizing the moon in the nine heavens and capturing turtles in the five oceans; in stillness, they could vanish without a trace, merging with the silent music of nature. Possessing Jiang Ziya’s mastery, Zhang Liang’s stratagems, Zhuge Liang’s wisdom, and Li Bai’s literary brilliance—who but a Lifechanyuan Celestial embodies such elegance and genius?

They hold the fate of the world in their grasp and the wisdom of ages in their hearts. A call from them can stir oceans and calm storms across continents; their tears stir universal sorrow; their laughter transforms deserts into oases. Such beings are creations of the Greatest Creator, the might of divine beings, descending celestials amidst earthly upheaval, emerging amidst the tides of transformation.

Celestials descend to the mundane world, uniting in Lifechanyuan to fulfill their mission; sages gather joyfully with Xuefeng, ascending to heavenly realms with radiant smiles. Traversing 90,000 miles of clouds and moonlit paths, achieving 100,000 years of merits between heaven and earth, spanning thousands of light-years in an instant—Lifechanyuan Celestials are born of the same universal essence.

Truth is clear only to Celestials; morality is upheld solely by Celestials. A single Celestial surpasses thousands of ordinary individuals—who can fathom them? A single Celestial encompasses an entire universe—who can imagine it? Mortal eyes cannot perceive nonmaterial, nor can common minds grasp the negative universe. Saints are rare amidst the dust of the mundane world, where most are hustling and bustling like particles.

If people do not laugh, the Tao cannot be the true Tao; without ridicule, one cannot become a true Celestial. Through the veils of mist and confusion, only the Celestial’s radiance shines. Gazing down upon all living beings, only Celestials embody true LIFE. Neither mockery nor derision can shake them; neither wealth, fame, power, nor influence can tempt them.

Doubt Lifechanyuan if you must but witness the journey ahead. Three thousand armored warriors will ride forth, and ten thousand Celestials will command the winds and clouds.

Celestials smile coldly at the clamor, finding profound activity within serenity. They laugh innocently and purely, discovering silence amidst movement and stillness within change. Heavenly stems, earthly branches, and Five Elements fortunes—myriad mysteries form in the Tao. Seeking the Tao attains the Tao; seeking devils yields devils. If not for Celestials, who else could grasp these secrets?

Celestials understand the heart of Christ, empathizing with the world's suffering. They preserve a compassionate spirit, continuing Buddha’s mission of widespread salvation. They emulate Muslims by stripping away layers of tyranny. With a heart for the Tao, they transcend worldly conventions and forge ahead on their noble path.

The Greatest Creator is the Celestial’s only Sovereign. LIFE is their sole possession. Truth is their singular pursuit. Becoming a celestial being is their ultimate aspiration. They march with purpose, striving toward clear goals—not for fleeting recognition but to align with the eternal flow.

Toward the world’s suffering, they feel love; toward its wickedness, they harbor righteous hatred. They respond only when moved and rise only when pressed, fearless of blades and undaunted by beasts. With the weight of Zen, they strike boldly—let the world see who can withstand them!

Independent and dignified? Look to the Celestial’s graceful charm. Steadfast and upright? Behold their unmatched splendor. As great rivers flow eastward, washing away the luminaries of ages past, time and space shift, and the Tao embraces the extraordinary Celestials of Lifechanyuan. Do not scoff at today’s tranquility; tomorrow the earth will tremble. Do not dismiss the Celestials as foolish; soon, everyone will shine in their own brilliance.

The bustling crowds of noisy streets, some crying, some laughing—those who discern the path will set forth early, while the latecomers will freeze in the cold currents.

A thousand-mile journey begins with a single step. A life of brilliance starts with the Celestial.

Forward!