Beneath Vast Sea, twelve years in seclusion culminate in sudden enlightenment. All mountains stand imprisoned in gloom, clouds tear sunlight apart, tidal waves shake abysses, wild winds roar thunderously, and torrential rain cascades like overturned vessels.
Li Bai emerges from waters, serenely listening to tides. Twin swords Moon Embrace and Vast Sea leap forth, transforming the tempest into countless blades within moments.
Sword Might and poetry-essence surge mightily, parting turbid currents. The sky dims, furious waves churn snow-white foam, silver crests surge a thousand feet, piercing the firmament. This primordial energy forms a whirling vortex Eye of the Azure Dragon. Its shape resembles a cobalt dragon wrestling tides; its roar echoes like submerged leviathan song.
To quell this celestial phenomenon, divine sword must anchor it.
Li Bai flicks his sleeves. Twin swords blaze forth Moon Embrace sunders storms, Vast Sea splits tidal mountains plunging into Eye of the Azure Dragon. Dragon-song reverberates across Azure Sea, dispelling darkness, parting waves. Daylight returns.
Forged Sword Spirit turns petals into blades, commands all steel unchained.
Li Bai stands against winds, drinks murky wine, exhales tempests, leaves Sword Might in azure depths.
Henceforth named Isle of Fallen Deities. Multitudes pilgrimage here seeking transcendence.
Storytellers whisper: When moon rises over Eastern Dipper, behold the Azure Dragon colossal waves dwarf Penglai, Li Bai the Banished Immortal floats on raft. Storms mirror his spirit, cosmos bend to his will. With rainbow threads and moonhook, he angles sea colossi. Then treading emptiness he rides swords above maelstroms, vanishing like fleeting vision!
Truth or illusion? Reality or dream? None can ascertain.