Li Hongtian

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.
Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard. Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities. That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe. 


Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Along the side of Beiluo Lake, there was a road paved with black stone bricks.

A donkey cart wobbled as it moved along the road. The carriage was old and shabby and was made of dry, rotten wood. In the cart, a young man wearing a dark blue gown sat cross-legged. He held a stick that had a carrot attached to it by a string, and dangled it in front of the donkey's face.

The donkey huffed out warm air through its nostrils as it tried to reach the carrot.

The young man sat leisurely, enjoying the lake and the beautiful scenery around it.

"Such a nice place. Perfect to spend my old age in."

"I heard that the girls at Drunk Dust City are exceptional, with great talent and skills. But I don't know if that's true."

The young man used one hand to prop up his chin, while one of his legs started shaking restlessly.

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