Chapter 1: Penghu District

In the northern abyss dwells a fish named Kun, vast beyond measure, spanning thousands of miles. When it transforms, it becomes a bird called Peng, whose back stretches thousands of miles unknown. When enraged and in flight, its wings resemble clouds hanging from the heavens.

In the mundane world, an endless vast sea stretches far and wide, dotted with a mere dozen or so islands and reefs, cloaked in banyan trees forming dense jungles. These jungles belong to primitive tribes who have erected opulent, majestic coral palaces within. The roots of the banyan trees secrete a resin, floating on the sea's surface like an oily film—soft and elastic yet impenetrable—separating the world of primitives from that of the fish. These oil-covered waters, known as the Liquid Domain, can be traversed by the primitives without fear of falling through. Fishermen eke out a living by purchasing boat houses, drifting upon the sea or briefly anchoring on the Liquid Domain. For the bored fishermen, a single seagull can become but a dish of toothpick meat. Imagine drifting year-round upon the sea, seeing only schools of fish and the occasional Kun or whale striving to break through the Liquid Domain. Life is dull yet perilous. To ensure safety, people decide to live in the sky.

The Kun is the fledgling form of the great Peng bird. When the Kun matures into a Peng, it becomes a cocoon floating on the sea’s surface, owned by the emperor. The emperor sells the cocoon to merchants in exchange for wealth, who then sell the Kun cocoons to those in need of dwellings. When the giant cocoon cracks open and the Peng emerges, it must dry its feathers upon the shell. Merchants seize this opportunity to have slaves construct feather homes upon the Peng’s back. Such homes fetch high prices, and many primitives purchase them on installment plans, thus becoming “house slaves.”

Those who have spent their savings and become house slaves reside in the Peng Residential District. Living on the back of a great Peng bird is fraught with danger. Every seventy years, during the Peng’s mating season, male birds fight fiercely for mates, sometimes injuring their owners by accident. During copulation, the heavy male presses down upon the female’s back midair. Ordinarily, a person might only experience this once in a lifetime—if at all—but if you just bought a secondhand home, you might unfortunately arrive during mating season, enduring the crushing weight. Statistics show that about ten million people perish each year from Peng mating incidents. This number seems small, considering the combined population of humans and demons reaches six billion. Once, a ichthyologist proposed castrating the Kun before it grew into a Peng, but the emperor refused. The world is overpopulated; more deaths help balance the population, and more Peng birds aid economic development.

Yet no one wishes to die. Those living in the Peng Residential District began to discern survival patterns—such as the Peng’s incessant urination during mating season. But the cold heights and frequent urination of most birds numb people’s awareness, making accidents inevitable.

The Peng District also imprisons certain demons. These demons may roam freely upon the Peng’s back but may not live in the sea domain. They must atone for their crimes. On the Peng’s back, the demons are notorious for gluttony, laziness, arson, robbery, and all manner of evil deeds.

All resources at that time were controlled by the emperor’s family and financial oligarchs. The emperor devised cruel tortures for those who opposed him or the demons—such as lingchi, where a living person’s flesh is sliced off piece by piece until death from pain ensues; the five-horse dismemberment, which kills with tragic grandeur; and severing limbs to be preserved in large jars like bonsai trees until the prisoner’s death. If the ruler deemed you unworthy of death but worthy of torment, you might have your legs broken and be forced to beg, or have your nose and ears mutilated to live in shame. Worse still, men might be castrated to live without women, suffering both mentally and physically. Some prisoners, disliked by the authorities, were neither killed nor tormented but simply exiled. Their faces were branded with their crimes and they were loudly declared exiled thirty thousand feet away. As prisoner numbers swelled, they were shipped off like cargo, and to distinguish them from ordinary goods, the branding officers simply inscribed “fool” on their faces. Sometimes, annoyed officers would add “idiot” instead. Thus arose the terms “fool” and “idiot.” These fools were sent to the Kun cocoons, and when the cocoon hatched, the Kun transformed into the Peng and flew into the heavens, with these prisoners settling upon its back.

It seemed fate willed it so: a sweeping, magnificent tsunami obliterated all the islands and reefs, wiping out the Kun population and causing the emperor and oligarchs to perish. The world entered a new order—each Peng bird became a free realm, but without new fledglings, they grew increasingly rare. As the floodwaters receded, the mundane world transformed—fertile lands emerged, and many shantytown dwellers returned to the earth to live peacefully. Among them were many deceivers who boasted to the barbarians of the land that they were gods, calling their shantytowns “Fairy Islands.”

Five hundred years passed, and those living in the Peng Residential District began to be revered as immortals by those on the earth below.

Yet these immortals in the shantytowns suffered from severe overcrowding, their dwellings as cramped as coffins; they could only lie down to sleep, and their daily needs robbed them of all dignity. They had to find excuses to demote some immortals back to the mortal world.

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