My wife is a magician.

One dynasty, two religions, three islands, four cities, five parties, six gangs, seven swords, eight sects, nine absolute worlds, and ten hermits converging on the mountains and forests. The scorching hot yellow sand desert, the dark endless overseas isolated island, the ancient mountain villa with the sword energy rushing to the sky, the hermit family with masters like clouds, and the paradise beyond the world with the flooding sky. There is the Goddess of Mercy coming out from the lake, a hermit coming from the mountain, a holy monk weeping blood and parting, a real person dining on the wind and making the sun, a sword god Jun like the bright moon splitting the clouds to shine,...