Looking around, tall peach trees grew, their branches stretching out, with blossoms that resembled clouds of rouge. Pink mists drifted through the air, like a painter had sketched a spring landscape.,They converged, taking the form of an incomplete gate, as if encompassing all truths of the world, past, present, and future, eternally unique.,As Lu Yu's gaze fell, a large number of bubbles began to dissipate. What appeared within them caused Lu Yu's pupils to constrict, and he exclaimed in surprise:。